Novels by Erotic_blonde

I was in Chicago again.Mem Ventura has contacted Ethan's lawyer, Gavin who I had conversation with and he seemed interested in getting Ethan out.Asides from the whole lawyer pay thing.I was visiting Ethan any chance I could and I noticed that each time he had a huge smile on his face.The spark in his eyes were also coming back.My father has showed interested in wanting to see Ethan but I had waved it off because I know how the whole conversation will be.He is not a huge fan of Ethan especially when he hears the full details of our relationship and all, but he does believe that a child needs both parents to be actively participating in their lives.So one point for Ethan for getting me pregnant.Someone was putting an eye and Robert and he was getting too cocky, he felt as if he had landed a touch down and he could go home free but he was in for a very rude awakeningWe had decided to meet in an upscale coffee shop in Chicago that was filled with the smell roasted beans and milk.

I had gone home feeling a sense of peace maybe it was from my ultrasound, Allison’s tiny pulse frozen in black-and-white, lay on the coffee table, its edges curling slightly, a constant reminder of why I was doing thisOr maybe it was seeing. Ethan’s grey eyes, his desperate “I love you” through the prison glass, had ignited a but of belief in me—a belief that he had been framed, that Robert and Rachel Blackwood had chained him for their own twisted gain.I had vowed to prove his innocence, to protect Allison, our daughter, and I wasn’t backing down. My father permitted me to stop work for a while, since I was carrying his grandchildren, his most prized possession, my eyes puffy from sleepless nights, darted to my laptop, its glow harsh in the dim light. I really needed help, and Mr. Ventura, the Filipino magnate who had party Ethan’s hotel, was my only shot. My fingers trembled as I opened a secure video call, my keys jingling in my pocket, a nervous tic that screamed I was in ov

The ultrasound room at Brooklyn Methodist Hospital smelled of antiseptic and hope, its dim lights casting soft shadows on the pale blue walls. I had been lying on the exam table, my black sweater hiked up, my jeans unbuttoned, the gel cold and slick on my belly, two months pregnant with Ethan’s kid.The machine hummed, its screen flickering, a grainy window to the life inside me. William Carson, my father—fuck, still weird to say—had stood beside me, his rumpled suit brushing the table the smile in his eyes soft but nervous. His hand had rested on my shoulder, warm, steady, a lifeline after the chaos of Veronica’s lies and Ethan’s arrest.I had been a mess, my eyes puffy from crying, my bun messy I was barely holding it together. The sonogram, my first, had been a step toward accepting this baby—Allison, maybe—and the heartbeat I’d hear would make it real.I think we will stick with Allison.The technician, a woman with a kind smile and a name tag reading “Clara,” had moved the wan

VERONICA'S POVHow would you feel if your two greatest fears all met you at the same freaking time.That was why I felt.I was hurt betrayed and sad and the worst part was that I had no reason to be angry, Sophie didn't understand what I did for her and I won't blame her.I had spent her entire childhood being a cold bitch I doubt if she remembered that I'm also human.And then seeing William again was like torture, he hadn't changed a bit, he still looked like the man I fell in love with but only richer.I am so proud of him, maybe he even did all this because I wasn't dragging him behind, so he also didn't have to be angry but also be thankful for me.They were all hypocrites.Sophie and William, but ehonwss I kidding? I was the fool?Fate had played a cruel joke on me.The rain had followed me from CarsonTech relentless I had to remove my heels to run to my car.Which was the biggest embarrassment of it all.How had Sophie met William? Of all the places she could find work? it was

SOPHIE'S POV“You know my mom?” I blurted obviously confused.William didn't look like the type of man my mother would usually go for, not that he didn't have the money or whatsoever but she went for Kuch older men with zero self esteem and get their self worth from having a Veronica Carter around.And William Carson wasn't that type of person.William was still stung while Veronica looked like she wanted to poop.An the say he was looking at Veronica was as if she had risen from the grave.Neither do them were talking they were just insetly looking into each others eyes in confusion.My mother was looking in shame and William looked as if he didn't expect to ever see her.It seemed as if both of them weren't hearing me, maybe they both had the weird gift of mind communication link and were having a conversation while I was here waiting for an explanation."Mom how do you know my boss William?" “Your mom?” William had said as he looked a sif he had swallowed glass. He then turned t

VERONICA'S POV (THE OVERVIEWVERONICA AT Age 5: THE CIGAR’S BURNThe kitchen of our Queens tenement had reeked of stale beer and despair, the floor was cracked and I could see how angry my father was.I was, small enough to hide under the table, my pigtails fraying, my cotton dress—hand-me-down, from my much smaller cousins were patched clinging to my skinny frame. The night before, I had found his drugs, a baggie of white powder stashed in the bathroom, and had flushed it, thinking it was bad, like the “say no” posters at school.I stood on tiptoes feeling very proud as I saw them go down the drain.I knew it was the bad stuff that made my daddy angry and when he was angry, he hated me, without the bad stuffs, he loved and and I wanted him to love me.So I flushed it. But that evening, he has found out, his shouting were shaking the walls.“Where’s my shit, Veronica?” h. roared, his shadow looming, his work boots scuffed, his breath sour with whiskey. I knew what was coming next

The prince held her hand, leading her into his carriage as the rider stared at them wide wondering what the Prince was doing with a human. Lucy didn't want to get into the weird looking thing with horses attached to it and a vampire in front, that was enough interaction with vampires only even though she could tolerate just the Prince, she wasn't sure if she was ready for more. “Are you scared?” The Prince gently asked and she nodded her head. He smiled understandingly, a smile that has broken walls or took her years to build even though she has just met him. “It's just a Carriage ride, hold my hands I'll walk you in.” He offered her his hands as she clung to it as if her life depended on it. It was funny how tiny her hands felt on his that he had to double check it. Her eyes were in awe marveling at the decor, gold designs everywhere, this was the highest amount of luxury she had ever seen. “You like it?” Asked the Prince as she nodded in excitement. Her eyes moved to the door

The voice sounded familiar to everyone, but was it possible for the Prince to be here? He was even participating in the bid. The auctioneer squinted his eyes to get a better view of who was speaking and it was indeed the Prince.“And now esteemed guest, it is an honor to announce the presence of a very distinguished guest.” The auctioneer beamed with pride. “In attendance today is no other than the Crown Prince himself, Prince Damien Von Krastein.” The audience gasped in shock, it indeed was him, Damien liked the attention he got, and it also meant that everyone would lose interest in the bidding especially since their Prince wants her, everyone except Sebastian. “Any more bidders? A prize that interest the Crown Prince himself is sure worth more than a hundred gold coins.” The auctioneer was very good, Damien would give him that, because everyone would want bragging rights that they got what the Prince wanted, but what they didn’t know was that he wasn’t about to give up on this g

The Prince’s eyes narrowed in rage, his triumph was quickly replaced with anger. “Who dares challenge my authority?” He didn’t care he had already placed payment for the girl, all he knows was that he was going home with her whether the guards allow it or not. “Duke Sebastian your highness.” Replied the guard with shaky voice. A growl left the Prince’s mouth, Duke Sebastian has always managed to get himself in the Prince’s business and it aggravated him, he was better than him in every way imaginable, even Lady Claudia could attest.“You will tell Lord Sebastian that I will not tolerate his interference, the girl is mine.” She became his the moment his fangs entered her skin. “The only way you can reclaim her is if you win her at the auction, that’s what the law says.” “The law? I am the law in case you might have forgotten.” He reminded “I know.” The guard replied who bowing his head. “Then why would I agree to such a thing?” he demanded, his voice tinged with skepticism but t

The Prince knew what he tasted, having lived for centuries this wasn’t like anything he had ever had, and it certainly isn’t human. It took every ounce of self-control for him not to suck her dry, he found his powers heighten with each taste as he became intensely aware of his surrounding, her blood was sweeter than anything he had ever had, with a tinge of sweet taste and tanginess which was very much strange. He looked at the woman before him, a human that can survive without eating for a week, a human that was able to repeatedly resist his compelling powers and must importantly a human who’s blood was able to rejuvenate him, he was certain that she wasn’t human, but what is she?“But your highness there has to be mistake, she’s undeniably human.” The head guard countered, the Prince raised his eyebrow trying to see what he guard was heading towards. “Are you saying that your Prince made a mistake?” The air became tight as Lucy watched them argue about her; confused she listened

The Prince was taken aback. “You.” He said only to his hearing, everyone was watching their interaction trying to see his next course of action. “Where did you say you found her?” He asked the guards again. “The east, your highness.” “Where exactly?” “She was with other humans on their way to the north maybe trying to locate the revolution and seek refuge.” How did a human girl find her way to his dreams, for months he had been plagued with the same dream, of a girl with long white hair and deep violet eyes, but before he could reach her, he would have already woken up with only memories of her eyes. Violet eyes weren’t common among humans and vampires alike, so it shocked him seeing her sharp violet eyes. And then again his compelling didn’t work on her, it worked on true full blooded vampires, so why not on a weak human girl “Have you confirmed if she is human yet?” he asked the guards who looked at him as if he had grown two heads. “You mean drank from her? They asked, the

The cold, dark eerie cell scared Lucy, having ran from the vampires all her life, she never expected to be caught, the cell reeked of hopelessness as it seemed as if everyone had lost hope about ever gaining their freedom back.“Eat up!” The guard boomed at her making her shiver before passing a bowl to her, she looked at the slob presented before her and turned around, it looked ten times worse than dog food.“Number nine refuses to eat… again.” Number nine? She thought, but she still wasn’t speaking.The cell door opened and a guard dressed in a different uniform entered. “YOU WON’T EAT, YOU WON’T SPEAK, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!” She shivered trying to crawl backwards but the man was hot on her trail, as she looked at him with dead eyes conveying her complete lack of emotions, she knew she reached her end when she felt the cold bars touch her back.He bent down, lowering himself to meet her straight in the eyes; he moved his hands to grab her by the throat making her choke, his hands