Novels by ENVY

"I thought he would see through her lies by now." Cara huffed as she dried her wet cheeks with a tissue. "I thought he loved me." Hell, I thought he did too. "I thought we got closer over these past few months and I assumed he would finally put some distance between Carmen and him, but he disappointed me once again." She dropped her head and cried into her hands. I scooted closer to her on the bed and pulled her into me, trying to offer her some comfort. "Fuck him, he doesn't deserve you." I grumbled, "Maybe you should leave. Don't marry him and continue to put up with this bullshit." "But I have to marry him!" She whined. "Why do you have to marry him?" She raised her head, letting me see the streaks of her jet black mascara running down her cheeks. "Because I love him." She whispered out, "I really love him, Isabella." I sighed as she looked at me all pitifully and heartbroken. "I know you love him Cara, but the real question is if he loves you." I tried to reason with her

“You know what?” Cara finally spoke, “I find it pathetic that you still latch yourself onto Lorenzo, knowing he’s marrying me and not you.” Carmen’s green eyes turned darker by the second, making her look like a terrifying doll. Her cheeks flushed red, spreading to her neck and chest. “He’s only marrying you because your father saved his life.” Carmen threw back in Cara’s face. “We both know that Lorenzo told your father that he would fulfill one promise to him for saving his life. Your father just had to go and ask for his hand in marriage to his only daughter because he’s greedy and wants to be tied to the Romano fortune forever.” Cara’s green eyes filled with unshed tears as she glared at Carmen. “If Lorenzo didn’t want to marry me, then he wouldn’t be marrying me.” She spat back at Carmen before taking a step forward and getting in her face. “You’re just jealous that he chose me instead of you.” Carmen scoffed, “Bullshit! He’s only choosing you out of obligation. He doesn’t r

It didn't take long for the bartender to make me double of whatever I ordered. I downed the first glass like it was water--totally ignoring the way the liquor burned my throat as it went down. "Another please." I practically panted before softly wiping my lips and preserving my lipstick. The handsome bartender lifted his brow in hesitation before making me another drink. "Thanks." I smiled before taking it from him and taking a lengthy sip. "Maybe slow down a bit." He offered, "You don't want to be drunk around these kinds of people." I couldn't help but laugh in amusement before smirking at him. "Oh yeah?" I teased, "And why shouldn't I get drunk around these kind of people?" "Because they're wolves." He whispered as his eyes darted around the room, "They'd consume someone so innocent like you." My eyes rolled before I could stop them. "I'm not that innocent." I laughed it off, "And I was born to a pack of wolves myself, so I"ll be fine." I waved him off

I was still reeling from the dressing room scene I found myself in with Dante. His words left a nasty taste in my mouth. The audacity of that man to say that I belonged to him already, I just didn't know it yet--was very fucking frustrating. But there was this small nagging feeling inside of me that kept telling me he was right. After we left Ocean's shop, we went to some fancy restaurant and ate to our heart's content. Dante never showed up, which was surprising. But maybe he was actually keeping his promise when he said he'd give me some space and leave me alone. Three more days have passed and I haven’t seem him around at all. I know I shouldn’t be looking for him, but I do. I expect him to show up in front of me, but he hasn't yet and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. It's driving me crazy and I honestly hate it. It feels like a witch put a spell on me and I can't get him out of my head. I'm drawn to him like a moth is to a flame and I can't help it. Cara has

Ocean quikcly came over, complimenting me in her dress. "I knew my dresses would be perfect on you!" She raved, "Just look at how my designs come alive when they are on you." I gave her a small smile as I nervously fidgeted on my feet. Everyone's eyes on me were making me uncomfortable--especially Dante's. I could feel his heated gaze, knowing he wanted to come up here and devour me. "Okay, I think I'm done now." I breathed out, "I think one was enough to try on." "Oh nonsense! You have to try on more!" Ocean insisted, "My designs were made for you." "Indeed they are." Dante finally voiced his opinion, making it obviously clear he appreciated me all dressed up. "She should definitely try on more." I watched as his eyes slowly drank me in from my feet to the top of my head. His gaze was captivating--pinning me in place and making it hard for me to want to stay away from him. If anything, I was drawn to him. Cara squealed in delight, enjoying every second of this. My eyes snapp

“I’m sorry, Bella.” Cara apologized as I helped her into her magnificent dress, “I only lied because I didn’t want you too leave right away.” “Mhmhm.” I hummed flatly as I zipped her up in the back. “Seriously Bella.” She whined, “I’ve missed you so much and I just wanted you to stay so we could hang out and catch up.” “Damn, the zipper won’t go any further.” I hissed, making Cara freak out. “WHAT?!” I snickered, “Just kidding.” Making her glare at me through the huge floor to ceiling mirrors that surrounded us. “Now we’re even.” I huffed before taking a step back and admiring Cara in her wedding dress. Cara made a good decision in choosing Ocean to design her wedding dress. She looked extraordinary—like a true queen at a royal ball. The dress was massive and I mean massive. It was made of the finest fabric and was the perfect definition of a princess dress. The bottom of the dress flared with lots of sparkly tulle like fabric. The bodice of the dress was str