Novel-novel oleh Ollie

CandyAnsel’s waiting for me at the front door when I return.In the taxi, I had tried to fix myself up and clean up Axel’s scent on me, stretch out my gown, pull my hair together but nothing will ever satisfy Ansel’s suspicious mind.He has been accusing me of cheating long before Axel returned. He has never trusted me. Sometimes, I wonder if he can tell that I have no love for him the same way he doesn’t love me.This marriage is a sham, i can't wait for my freedomHe watches me angrily as I return to the house. “Hi, honey,” I greet him tentatively.He looks me over, suspiciously. “Where were you?”“Um, brunch like I said with friends?”“What friends?”“Um, Rita and Marie.”He frowns angrily. “So, if I call Rita and Marie right now, they’ll confirm they went out with you?”My heart sinks. I haven't talked to my friends in months. Not since Ansel basically banned me from going out. “They will. I have the receipts to prove it,” I say, rummaging through my bag.I had stopped at a rest

CandyOur lips clash, the waves of pleasure igniting inside me. I am hungry for his taste, desperate for his scent, pulsating with animal lust for his touch.I claw through his back, almost drawing blood.He moans into my mouth, urgently, desperately. His tongue digging into my mouth, our saliva mixing together disgustingly.“Candy…” he whispers. My name sounds exotic on his lips. “Fuck me, Axel…” I beg him. I want his enormous dick moving inside me, destroying me, turning me inside out.“Not so fast, princess,” he whispers into my mouth. His breath hot against mine.Axel lifts me onto the kitchen island like I weighed next to nothing. He ruffles through my silk gown, searching for my underwear. His fingers rough up my skin, digging into my skin.When he finds my lace panties, he pulls it low until they collect in a pool around my knees.With a devious smile, he goes down on his knees while holding my gaze. His eyes never leave mine.He pushes my knees apart. “You’re already wet for

~Candy~“As you can see, the penthouse is spacious with natural light, swimming pool, and a great view of the city,” the realtor, a middle-aged woman with graceful white hair, says. She gestures around, excitedly. She’s right. The penthouse is perfect for Axel. The square foot, bathrooms fitted with jacuzzi, furnishings, and wide kitchen is absolutely perfect for him. And…for Irina. Axel examines it all, touching the walls, peering into the fireplace. “You will not find a better place for this price in town,” the realtor adds. Axel nods and turns to me. “Princess, what do you think?” I stiffen. Don’t call me that, I whisper under my breath. The realtor is staring at me eagerly as if she knows my word is final. “If you are thinking of starting a family soon, I have a more suitable place for you but this is also perfect for new families. You can always get it baby-proofed.” My brows shoot up. “Oh, no, no…’ I start to say but Axel pulls me gently close to him and wraps his hand a

~Val~I wake up the next morning, hungover. I turn around in bed, exhausted.The curtains are open, letting in bright rays of sunlight that trigger the pounding in my head.What the hell happened last night? “Ah, about time princess, morning,” Axel’s voice echoes in the room, surprising me.I spin around and find him sitting on the couch in the corner, flipping through a magazine. As soon as I see him, all the sleepiness and hangover vanish. My eyes suddenly clear up. “Jesus, what happened?” I ask. He glances up from the magazine. “Oh, you don’t remember last night?” Bits and pieces return to mind: barhopping last night, getting drunk, the rest is a little fuzzy. “You seriously don’t remember?” He laughs. The tone of his voice puts me back outside the bar.I remember him kicking the shit out of that poor creep. My expression change. “You were there. How’d you find me last night?”He closes the magazine. “You are lucky I was close by. I traced your phone location. You really ha

~Candy~That night, I hit the clubs and bars downtown to drink away my pain and disappointment. With each drink, I can feel my senses corroding and my inhibitions lowering. “So, I told him to buzz off! Go be with his fancy fiancée,” I say to the bartender in the last bar. The bartender, a woman in her thirties, seems entertained by my life’s story. About Ansel and Axel. “Good for you, sweetie,” she says, wiping down the glasses. “You know, I’m gonna tell my husband to send his ass packing.” I slur my words but, in my head, the pain is still there. Just numb. Axel doesn’t need to live with us. Even though I essentially ended it, I still don’t trust myself around him. I can’t control the way my body reacts to him, or the way I feel every time I see him.I can’t stop myself from desiring him, from wanting him to slam me against the wall and fuck me until my legs give away. I can’t push away all the dirty, filthy, disgusting images that run through my mind when I see him. “Know w

~Candy~I can’t breathe. My breath stalls somewhere inside me. I stare at the woman, Irina, and back at Axel. He knew this was happening when he fucked me last night? He knew he was about to become a husband. A wave of betrayal surges inside me. I feel used. Just like every other girl in his life, Axel has used and discarded me. It’s so crazy that I even thought he had changed. Irina struts over to me. She looks like she had just walked off the Vogue magazine, like she could walk Victoria Secret runway. Her make-up is perfectly matched; every shade fits her. Her dress fits her snugly with boobs pressing up. Her oval face is perfect, too. Her feline eyes and arched brows scrutinized me. She has long legs like a dancer, sinewy with tight muscles and golden long hair flowing down her back. She never has to worry about her weight or wearing the wrong shade of makeup. She’s perfect. Perfect for Axel. A blonde just like the girls he used to mess around with in high school. His type.