Novels by Feyi xtar

MICHEAL'S POV “That's enough torturing baby, I'll like to fuck my wife now.”Ashley giggled, “Waiting for one more minute won't hurt you, Michael.”I groaned. “But I want my baby…”Holy shit.Ashley walked out the bathroom looking like sin itself in those lingerie I love. She walked slowly to me and whispered, “Do you like what you see, Mr Kingston?”I grabbed her throat and whispered against her mouth, “I love it so fucking much.”Then I carried her and laid her on the bed. “Open your legs for me baby.” She opened wide and all I saw was the prettiest pussy, glistening under the dim light with her wetness dripping down her thighs.“Jesus fucking Christ. What a sight!”I took a slow drag with my tongue and she gasped. I kept my tongue on her clit, sucking on that same spot I know she liked.“Baby, yes..fuck right there, don't stop.”She pulled my face closer between her thighs and right now, I don't mind suffocating. I kept on sucking till she was a moaning mess, till I felt she was

ASHLEY'S POV Finally, it's my day. I'm getting married to the love of my life.The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst through the lace of my gown. I stood there in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The veil framed my face perfectly, the gown hugged my body in all the right places. It all still looked like a dream to me.Before I could fully take in the moment, Sophie’s loud voice cut through my thoughts.“Hell no,” she yelled, grabbing a tissue from the table. “You're not going to ruin that makeup for the third time, Ash. Hold those tears in, or I swear I'll give you a reason to.”Jade, who was standing beside her, folded her arms dramatically. “Seriously, if you made that poor makeup artist redo your face again, she’ll probably quit and leave the country.”I laughed through the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. “Okay, okay, I promise. I'm not gonna cry.”“Good,” Jade said, pre

MICHEAL'S POV I rubbed my temples, “Baby, please. Get dressed, and let's go. We'll be late for our appointment.”It's been a month since my baby came back home. And I still can't get enough of her. I don't even try to hide it anymore. I hardly go to work these days—instead I work from home. My assistant comes over when necessary, but most of my hours are spent right here…with her. I also made Ashley cut down on her work hours too. She protested, of course, but I wasn't about to let her stress herself, not while carrying our baby.We've been spending more time together lately—movie nights, cooking disasters that turn into laughter, late-night talks where she falls asleep halfway through her sentence. It feels…peaceful. Like everything I’ve been missing finally found its way home to me.And today, today's the day we've both been waiting for. The day we'll finally find out our baby's gender. I've been teasing her for weeks. She's convinced it's a girl. I, on the other hand, feel it in m

MICHEAL'S POV I haven't driven that fast in my entire life. My driver had insisted on taking the wheel, but I couldn’t let anyone else handle it. Not today. Not when my gut told me something was wrong. When I finally pulled up in front of Kate's apartment building, I barely remembered turning off the engine before rushing out. I got to the entrance and was about to ring the doorbell, but the sight in front of me made me freeze.The door was already creaked open.I heard voices, yelling, then…Ashley’s voice.A sharp, helpless kind of panic gripped me as I shoved the door open. “What the fuck is going on here?”And then I saw it.Ashley—my Ashley—was straddling Kate, her messy, her hand raised in mid-air, her breathing ragged. Kate was screaming beneath her, her face already red and streaked with blood. Liam was behind Ashley, gripping her wrist to drag her off.For a moment, I couldn't breathe.What have I done to deserve this from these kids?Both of them froze when they heard me.

ASHLEY'S POV I didn't sleep much last night. I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind wouldn't stop replaying the look on Micheal’s face when he walked out. That silence. That heavy, bitter silence that says you've disappointed me more than I can say. I cried until my throat hurt. And when the tears ran out, I just laid there in the dark, staring at the spot on the bed where he usually slept.It's cold. Empty. It's crazy how fast warmth can vanish when love turns into silence.And now I finally understand what he must've felt every time I pushed him away, every time I shut him out, thinking I was doing the right thing. Maybe this is my punishment—to finally know what it's like to be on the receiving end.But still, none of this would've happened if it weren't for her. Kate.That woman had been nothing but trouble since she reappeared. She keeps pretending to be remorseful, pretending she wanted to fix things. I should've known better. I should've trusted my guts.When I glanced at the

MICHEAL'S POV The moment I walked into the penthouse, Liam was already halfway across the living room, pacing like he'd been waiting for hours.The moment he saw me, the questions followed.“Brother, was she there? Did you get to see her?” he asked immediately, his eyes full of hope and worry.I shook my head, dropped my keys on the counter, and headed straight for the bar.“She's at Jayden's place, but he wouldn't let me see her,” I said, reaching for a glass. “Ashley made sure of that.”The sound of the liquor pouring filled the silence. I downed the shot in one go, letting the burn sit in my chest for a second. I needed it. Anything to keep me sane.Liam sighed, his hands shoved in his pockets.“The only thing you did wrong was not telling her before going to see Kate. This whole thing’s a misunderstanding. She’ll see that eventually.”I poured another shot but didn’t drink it. “Do you think she'll forgive me?”“I do,” he said quietly. “She loves you, Michael. Just…give her time.

XAVIER'S POV I just stood there, looking at him. This was how it always was. Ever since our mother passed, every remembrance felt like she had died all over again. The longer the years stretched on, the stronger the pain became. And Ian had done nothing but make it more painful for himself. For me.Despite being brothers from the same mother, somehow, her death had done more damage to Ian than I ever thought possible. It had broken something inside him that no amount of time could fix.I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I came back and wiped the water from his hair, my movements gentle despite the frustration boiling inside me.Ian pushed my hands away. "Get your hands off me.""Ian, you need to take a shower and eat something.""Don't tell me what the fuck to do." His voice was cold, distant. "You're not my mother.""No, I'm not." My voice snapped, the words tearing from my throat before I could stop them. "Our mother is dead! And I'm supposed to be at her memorial servic

XAVIER'S POVSeven years.The words echoed in my mind as I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers working the silk of my black tie into a knot. Seven years since the world had shifted beneath my feet. Seven years since I had held my mother's hand for the last time. Seven years since I had watched the light fade from her eyes.Only it didn't feel like seven years. It felt like yesterday. The grief still sat heavy in my chest, a permanent fixture that had carved out a space for itself and refused to leave. Some days it was manageable. Other days it was suffocating, a weight so immense that I could barely breathe.Today was one of those days.I wondered if it would ever get easier. If the pain would ever dull into something I could carry without stumbling. If the memory of her face would ever stop making my heart ache. I wondered if Ian felt the same, or if he had found a way to bury it deeper than I ever could.The reflection staring back at me looked tired. Hollowed out. A man wearin

XAVIER'S POVI stepped out of the elevator, my chest heaving, my footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as I ran toward Ian’s room. My mind was racing, a thousand different scenarios playing out in my head, each one worse than the last.Kai was already waiting by the door, his expression grim. He straightened when he saw me."Sir."I stopped, holding up a hand as I caught my breath. "What happened?"Kai hesitated, his eyes darting toward the closed door. "I think you should go in there and see for yourself."I took a step forward, my voice dropping. "Kai, I just asked you a question. What did he do this time?"He shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening. "He… he shot someone at the club."I blinked, the words not quite registering. "What?""We tried to get him to the hospital afterwards," Kai continued, his voice strained. "But the man…""Get to the fucking point!" I snapped.Kai exhaled, his shoulders slumping. "He died before we got there."Oh God.“I'm sorry, sir. I should've

IAN’S POVI sat in the VIP section with a mask on my face, my eyes scanning the crowd below, my fingers drumming impatiently against the leather armrest. The club was packed, bodies moving to the thrum of bass, the air thick with sweat and perfume, and the scent of desperation. I checked my watch for the third time in ten minutes."I thought you said he worked here," I muttered, my voice low and sharp. "I've been waiting for thirty minutes now, and there's no sign of him. Did you get the wrong place?"Kai shifted behind me, his voice careful. "Boss, he's right there."I turned back to the crowd, following his gaze. And then I saw him.Lucas. Grinning from ear to ear as he leaned down to serve some half-naked asshole a drink. His movements were easy, practised, like he had been doing this for years. The sight of him, so casual, so carefree, so calm around him… made my blood boil."That little bitch," I hissed, rising to my feet.But Kai blocked my path, his hand resting on my chest. "B

IAN’S POVI sat in the VIP section with a mask on my face, my eyes scanning the crowd below, my fingers drumming impatiently against the leather armrest. The club was packed, bodies moving to the thrum of bass, the air thick with sweat and perfume, and the scent of desperation. I checked my watch for the third time in ten minutes."I thought you said he worked here," I muttered, my voice low and sharp. "I've been waiting for thirty minutes now, and there's no sign of him. Did you get the wrong place?"Kai shifted behind me, his voice careful. "Boss, he's right there."I turned back to the crowd, following his gaze. And then I saw him.Lucas. Grinning from ear to ear as he leaned down to serve some half-naked asshole a drink. His movements were easy, practised, like he had been doing this for years. The sight of him, so casual, so carefree, so calm around him… made my blood boil."That little bitch," I hissed, rising to my feet.But Kai blocked my path, his hand resting on my chest. "B

DEAN'S POVI paced the length of my office, my tablet placed against the desk, my jaw clenched with frustration. The board members I had on my side were scattered across the screen, their voices a low murmur of disagreement and hesitation. I had been on this call for nearly an hour, and I was no closer to getting what I wanted."Listen," I said, my voice strained. "I need to get back on board. I need to resume my position. The company needs me. You all know that."Mr Michael was the first to respond, his voice heavy with reluctance. "Dean, it's beyond my power at this point. There's nothing I can do about it. The press conference Mrs. Weston gave was a fatal blow to your reputation. The comments the public is making about you… they're not ones that can be ignored. People are calling for your removal, and the board is listening."I stopped pacing, my grip tight around the edge of the desk. "I know what she said. I know what they're saying. But I've done so much for this company. I've p