Novels by vwrites

"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹... 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁" 🖤I remember when I was little I couldn't wait to grow up.I was waiting for the day when I would grow up and be able to make my own decisions about my life and be independent.Little did I know.And now that I'm older, besides the fact that I don'tmake my own decisions about my life, I also have a fucking bodyguard who follows me around like I'm a little kid.Maddox is following me around since we left my house this morning. If I take one step, he does too.As handsome as he is-that's fucking annoying.And he is too damn handsome.Today he was wearing a black tight shirt, outlining every muscle on his body, black pants and he covered his eyes with black sunglasses.Trust me, I'm not the only one drooling over him.Tamara and the girls at the shel

"𝑀𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂" 🖤I looked at myself in the mirror again, taking a deep breath and scanning how this outfit is clinging to my body, outlining every curve I have.If it wasn't for my mom, I would be wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt right now, but no, she wanted me to be a little more formal for this stupid dinner.I still choose to be basic, but I think it's cute at the same time. It's not like I'm trying to impress this old man who's going to take my freedom away.Did I mention that after a week I will see my loving future husband face to face? Just perfect, isn't it?While I was lost in my own thoughts, someone burst into my room bringing me back to reality.My mother was standing at the door with an impatient look written on her face "Allyn, what is taking you so long? The man is here and it's disrespectfu

"𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 , 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓉 " 🖤"I don't need a fucking bodyguard!" I screamed in my mother's face as I felt my whole body shake with anger while she sat in front of me looking through documents completely calm."It doesn't matter what you want, Allyn. Sir Angelo has sent one of his most trusted men to protect you. We expect him to be here tomorrow at the latest" she replied calmly, sipping from her coffee, and avoiding my gaze."I don't care what Sir Angelo says!" I yelled back, stamping my foot and catching the eyes of our house cleaner "I don't need a fucking bodyguard to look after me."My mother looked at me, taking a deep breath. Her deep blue eyes pierced into mine, cutting me in two. She left the documents on the desk in front of her.Her eyes stopped at our house cleaner who was still listenin