Novels by Brun-Hilda writes

Daisy povI sat there for a moment after Dad said it.Samuel.The name sat in the room like something heavy that nobody wanted to pick up."I will tell you more once I know more," Dad said, already reaching for his phone again. "For now, I just wanted you to hear it from me."I just noted lightly, my heart beat was rising. A part of me didn't care if Samuel was back or not. But another part of me wanted to know why. Why did he leave? No explanation, where did I go wrong? I loved him, I respected him. I even introduced him to my family. To Dad, to Ella and Queen.For being loyal, I deserved an explanation. "You may all go," he said, already half distracted by whatever was on his screen.Ella stood first, smoothing her dress, and Adrian followed without looking at me. Nobody said goodnight. The three of them filed out and left me sitting there a few seconds longer than I meant to.Then I stood too and walked out behind them. I heard Dad yell behind me, “Learn to be a better big sister

Daisy povI left the room and headed downstairs.The closer I got, the quieter it became. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, there was no music, no chatter, no clinking of glasses. Just the soft sound of staff clearing tables somewhere in the distance and a single string of lights still glowing over an empty garden.The party really was over.I crossed the hall toward the library, my heels echoing slightly against the marble. I knocked once.Nothing.I knocked again."Come in."I pushed the door open and stopped just inside it.Dad was seated behind his desk, reading glasses pushed up into his hair, looking exactly like a man who had been waiting longer than he wanted to admit. And across from him, in the two chairs angled toward his desk, sat Ella and Adrian.Ella had her legs crossed, hands folded neatly in her lap, the picture of composed innocence. Adrian sat slightly behind her, one ankle resting on his knee, jaw tight, eyes on the floor, as he would rather be anywhe

Killian's pov.All I think about every damn day is how to have every inch of you until your body knows it belongs to me and you forget any man who had fucked you before me.”My body had tensed up, my cock pulsing, spilling my seed inside her body, she was wrapped around mine tightly, and I knew I was in my safe place.She had screamed the safe word she picked. In a shaking voice, before collapsing against me, her head on my shoulder, her breathing slow in my ears and my dick still inside her.I carried her to the edge of the bed and sat. Her body is resting on my lap. Her hand had flown to my mouth when we heard the knock on the door.“A minute, please, Daddy,” she responded, trying to catch her breath. Her lips were still swollen from my mouth.“We need to talk,” he said. “The party is over, and I will be in the library waiting…”And cupped her breast in hand, and punched her nipple, causing her to whip.“o..ok, Daddy," she said in a shaking voice, trying to pull my hand away from h

“You are so wet for Daddy,” he moansI instinctively tried to close my tights, but his hands kept them apart. He pulled out the finger he had slid inside me, and I cried out with a muddled sound tearing from my throat.Heat was radiating from my core, and it's intoxicating. He pressed his fingers against my clit, rubbing gently. I moaned, my hips moving in time with his touch, seeking more friction, more pressure. As he moved his fingers faster, I felt myself getting wetter; my body was responding to his touch.“Please…”I begged “Please, what Amore?” he asked in an amused voice.“Should I go faster?” he asked, “or deeper?"“None!” I cried out in pleasure. Instead, he pulled his fingers out, his gaze held mine when he started licking my wetness on his tongue slowly and deliberately. “You taste so good.”I gripped the bedsheet tight, wishing he were licking my clit. I forced myself to maintain eye contact and refrain from touching myself.“You want to taste how good you taste ?” he

Somehow, I had gone with the first voice instead. I chose to be the bigger person and let it slide. I left the garden when the Mc announced it was time for dance, dance, dance.I had noticed Jordan trying to come after me before I left the garden. But Queen held his wrist and stopped him.Now I was in my room pacing up and down trying to calm down the anger inside of me.“First thing tomorrow morning, I am out of here,” I murmured to myself “Daisy” Killian stamped the door open. I jumped. And before I said anything, he held me in an embrace and let me stay in his arms for a while."I am so sorry. That was totally unfair," he said, his arms pulling me in.I didn't lean into him immediately. I stood stiff inside the embrace, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the wall over his shoulder."Everyone was just staring at me like I was…" I stopped. Swallowed. "Like I was something to pity.""Daisy""Don't." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Please don't tell me it doesn't matter because i

She had gripped Adrian's hand and pulled him back toward the lights, the music and the party that was still happening without us. I stood there in the dark path alone.And said nothing.My pulse was beating quickly at the back of my ear. My legs are trembling, unable to carry my body. I stumbled and supported myself against the wall.Did…I stopped myself, no, it can't be.“Ella actually just disowned me”, I murmured to myself, unable to trust my own thoughts. I closed my eyes, letting the weight of everything sink in.A few seconds into my serenity, I felt fingers brushing mine, lightly.Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, thinking it was just my imagination, but I was mistaken.It was Marco.“Aunty, Aunty”, he was calling. “Marco,” I called immediately. I fully opened my eyes.“Mummy said I should come look for you.”I let out a shaking breath, cleaned my eyes, straightened my dress and headed toward the garden with Marco. On arrival, Marco ran off to his mother, and I sat at a corner