Yinky L.の小説

Selena’s POVWhen Aria came to pick me up, we went to her room—a beautiful space with Barbie designs, the kind of room I dreamed of having as a child. I had even drawn Barbie pictures in my notebook back at the chapel. The room was breathtaking, a true sight to behold.“You’ve got some good design,” I said, admiring every painting inscribed on the wall.“Well, thank you. My brother helped me with that,” she replied.“He really has a good taste for design. Only that he is a sinner and a complicated man.”“Hey, come on. My brother can be a devil, but trust me, he isn’t the way he paints himself to be. That brother of mine has a soft heart, and I think he has a big soft heart for you,” Aria replied.“He doesn’t have any soft heart for me. Lorenzo hates me, and he finds every opportunity to make me understand that.”“Lena, he just isn’t the kind of man who expresses his feelings with flowers and cakes like other men. He is different, and he doesn’t understand how love works. I want you to

Selena’s POVMy back ached so badly. I had been walking nonstop since morning, and every bone in me felt weak. I cracked my knuckles to strengthen the bones, and then I stood up from my seat, stretching my stiff muscles and limbs in hope for relief.“You seem tired,” Aria said, looking at me with worried eyes. “You can take a break if you want.”I smiled softly at her. My eyes lingered at the table. There were so many files to work on. I had not even done half of the work, but my body was already screaming for relief. “No, I will just sit back and work,” I said.“Yay!” Aria shouted. “I know exactly what you need. A relief from all this stress and work, and I have the perfect ideas.” She leaned close to my ear and whispered. “Isn’t that a perfect relief after work?”I shook my head in response, waving my hand to show my disapproval. “I just need to rest and I will be fine. Going all out to make me feel relief is something I appreciate, but I will have to decline that,” I replied.“Come

Lorenzo’s POV I rubbed on her clitoris through her pant. Her body reacted to my touch; she still hadn’t spoken a word since my hands moved underneath her.“Stop,” she said, finally getting her voice back to speak. “We shouldn’t be doing this, it’s ungodly.”My eyes looked at her, lust written all over them, as if I should tear those clothes off her and f**k the hell out of her. I ignored her, I didn’t listen to a word she said. My dick jerked up at intervals, a reminder that it needs a pussy, her pussy.I leaned closer, placing my lips on her neckline and sucking on it so hard. I watched as a moan escaped from her mouth. She looked away when I looked at her. Shy.I continued doing my thing. My hands found her zipper, I took it off. I smirked at her and shifted back. I adjusted her well on the desk before removing her pants.Her mouth went wide open, but before she could protest I locked it up with a kiss. Her hands wrapped around my neck tightly as she deepened the kiss.My little Mi

Lorenzo’s POVThe moment I saw her get down from the car, I felt angry. The way she smiled at him, she has never smiled so bright like that at me. To make it worse, she waved him goodbye. Those pretty hands of hers should be waved at me, not him. And those beautiful smiles of hers should only be shown to me. She should be so innocent and soft to other males. My blood boils even more.Aria had called it jealousy, and I had to admit she was right. I knew how I feel about blue eyes, but I can’t give in to that feeling. Something in me always shifted whenever I saw her. I had always wanted to claim her as mine, mine alone, so the world can know she is off limits to other guys. But I wouldn’t agree to that feeling. I can’t do that to her. My world is too dark for her innocent self to come in. I swear once I have a taste of that juicy pussy of hers, I will let her off the hook.I am Lorenzo, the mafia Don. Feelings are weakness in my world, and weakness kills faster than a snake. It is the

Aria’s POV“How do I look?” I asked with a cute smile, spinning around for him to see all of me.“You look good. What’s all the dress up? You have an event?” Lorenzo asked.I smiled softly. “Yes, with you,” I whispered, my voice loud enough for him to hear. “I am going to work with the cutest brother in the universe.”“No, you are not. Finally letting you stay back here doesn’t mean you can go to work with me. You are young, go and have fun anywhere. Just name it and send me the bill. I will have Mateo accompany you. But interfering in my business is what I won’t take from you.”“I promise I won’t disturb you at work,” I pleaded, pouting my mouth.“You are still not coming,” he said, his voice cold and final.I am not going to back down. Not now, not ever. I needed to make him accept these feelings he is denying himself. I have to, by all means, and to achieve that I must be at his office so as to see the girl his heart beats for.“Brother, please. I promise to be a sweet girl, behave

Aria’s POV“You know he loves you so well,” Mateo chipped in. “He is just behaving cold-hearted.”“No, he doesn’t,” I said, my voice laced with anger. “He no longer loves me.” My eyes were filled with sadness. “Enough of ‘brother.’ Tell me about the church girl. Is she beautiful with a big ass like me? What does she look like? Do you have her picture?” I questioned Mateo without giving him space to answer.Silence.I stared at him. His face was full of doubt about whether to tell me or not.He raised his hand and moved faster. “No, kid, you are making me give you details about Boss. Go ask him yourself.”“It’s not like I didn’t. You know how Lorenzo can be. That cold brother of mine won’t say anything. Not even one detail that can give him away.”“Just give him time. He will come around,” Mateo reassured, his hand touching my shoulder softly.“I know him so well. He isn’t going to say anything about her. Not now, not ever. Have you forgotten so soon what made him so cold? He was once

Amy's pov I clenched my fists as I walked out of Damon's chamber, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Never had he refused me before. Never. But tonight, he had pushed me away, his usual hunger absent, his mind clearly somewhere else.The rejection burned like acid in my veins.The palace halls felt colder than ever as I made my way out. The guards nodded in acknowledgment, but I barely noticed them. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with questions. Was it because of that girl? The one he had been searching for? The one who had haunted him ever since the mating ball?I stormed into my house, slamming the door behind me. The silence inside was deafening. My breath came in short, angry gasps as I grabbed the crystal vase from the table,one of my most treasured pieces. Without a second thought, I hurled it across the room.CRASH!The shards scattered across the floor, a perfect reflection of my shattered pride.A gasp came from behind me. I turned sharply to

Damon's pov The door creaked open, and the scent of lavender and honey filled the room, sickly sweet. I didn’t look up immediately, already knowing who it was.“Alpha,” she purred, closing the door behind her with deliberate slowness. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she sauntered toward me.I exhaled sharply, leaning by the wall, watching as she crossed the room with practiced grace. Her dress clung to her curves, the slit riding high on her thigh as she stopped right in front of me.Amy had been by my side for years. Before now, it had made sense, an arrangement built on convenience and mutual understanding. I was an Alpha without a mate, and she was a powerful she-wolf, respected within the pack.People assumed she would eventually become my Luna if I never found my mate. Some even whispered that the bond between us was already set in stone. But they were wrong.Amy had always known where we stood. She wasn’t my mate. She never could be.And now, after an encounter wi

Damon's pov I sighed for the hundredth time, my gaze fixed on the wall in front of me. The reports stacked on my desk sat untouched, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My mind was elsewhere,I am lost in the lingering traces of a scent that had disappeared into nothing.Trouble.I whispered the name in my thoughts, and despite the frustration clawing at me, a slow smile tugged at my lips. It suited her, she is wild, untamed, and impossible to forget. My first encounter with her played in my mind like a memory I never wanted to let go of. The way she had spoken to me, sharp yet teasing, her voice dripping with defiance. It had been sexy as hell. She had looked me right in the eyes, challenging me without even knowing who I was. It funny to say but I miss her, she is the only one that have ever dare to talk to me without being afraid. It had been days since she ran from me, and the frustration burned like an open wound.A low growl rumbled in my chest as Kael stirred, his usual restle

Damon’s POV The moment the door slammed shut behind her, I let out a low growl.She ran.I threw off the covers, my body already moving before my mind could catch up. My wolves was on edge, restless, clawing at me to chase her. After all these years, after every false hope, I had finally found my mate,only for her to bolt the second she realized where she was.Damn it.I reached the door in three long strides, yanking it open. Her scent lingered in the hallway soft, delicate, uniquely hers. I followed it, my sharp hearing picking up the rapid beat of her heart. She was fast for someone without a wolf, but she was no match for me.I was going to catch her.“Trouble!” I called, my voice carrying through the corridor.No response. Just the hurried sound of footsteps echoing ahead.She was panicking. I could feel it in the way her scent spiked with anxiety. She had no idea who I was or what I was to her. That realization sent a sharp pang through my chest, but I pushed it down. There wou

Unknown pov A slow, wicked grin spread across my lips as I watched her tremble in the dim candlelight. Her wide, terrified eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape she would never find."It’s time to have some fun," I murmured, my voice dripping with cruel amusement.Turning on my heel, I strode toward the old wooden chest that sat against the far wall. Its surface was worn, the edges chipped, as if time itself had tried to erase its sinister purpose. I knelt before it, fingers trailing over the rusted metal latch before flipping it open with a creak.Inside, a collection of tools gleamed under the flickering light,blades of different sizes, iron tongs, rusted nails, and other instruments designed for one thing: pain. I ran my fingers along their edges, enjoying the weight of each one before settling on a sleek, sharp knife.Rising to my feet, I turned back to her. She had pressed herself against the wall, her breath ragged, her body trembling. Sweat beaded on her forehea

Unknown pov I sat still, my fingers tapping lazily against the armrest as a slow smile spread across my lips. The moment was subtle,just a faint shift in the air, like a whisper brushing against my senses but I knew.“She’s here,” I murmured, letting the words settle in my mind. “After all these years… I can finally feel her.”I closed my eyes, reaching out with the force that had guided me all this time. Threads of energy stretched into the unseen, winding through the spaces between,seeking, searching. I followed the faint pulse of her presence, weaving through the barriers of the unknown.And then nothing.The connection severed, the path vanishing like smoke in the wind. A block. Again.I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head. “Still hiding, are we?” My fingers flexed as I pushed again, but the result was the same. An invisible wall, denying me access. Cutting me off before I could even begin.Clever.A lesser man would have been frustrated. Angry, even. But I only smiled, lea