LOGINWell damn...when will a man ever tell me that? So I can reply with a yes daddy(๑♡⌓♡๑) LMAO...DO YOU GUYS WANT THE NECT ONE...DAMN I KNOW I DO!
“Me too…”|-_-|Healing really did have a lot to do with forgiving…and when Jake finally forgave himself for everything…when he finally looked at it from the perspective of the past, his life got better. It took him months, but those months felt like days with Delilah by his side. She was like the
“I officially have someone to call mine now.”Delilah twisted onto her side so she faced him, a small smile gracing her lips as she gently pressed her fingers against the tender mark on her neck. “I guess I could say the same thing.”“You absolutely can. I’m yours even if you haven’t marked me yet,
Her lips slid between her teeth as she tried to hold back her cry of pain, but despite how hard she tried, her lips slipped apart, setting free a broken cry that Jake swallowed up with a sloppy kiss. His waist rotated slowly as he pulled back, pushing back in at the same exact pace. He ended the ki
“I won’t regret it…I told your mom that I’m your mate, it’s only right to make it official…and it’s something I want to do. I trust you…I think I-I love you.” Thinking it and saying it out loud was definitely different. Saying it was way harder, but he deserved to know. He’d been pouring his feelin
Without thinking, Delilah nodded her head…not like she’d regret her decision even if she was thinking straight. “Show me.” Jake’s hand slid further down her face, grabbing beneath her chin and pushing her back against the bed. “I will…as long as you want me to.” She gazed up at him as he climbed a
Rubbing her eyes dry, she trudged further into the house…stopping when Beatrice spoke up from outside. “Your baby seems to be throwing a tantrum, go pacify her or something…I’m leaving now.” “Please be careful, and run back here if you have to. You’ll forever be welcomed.” “Understood…” Delilah h
Quinn’s deep sleep was interrupted by knocks on the door. She opened her eyes, realizing that Zayd wasn’t in his room…it was only her. A groan left her lips as she sat up. “Who’s there?” “It’s Marcia. Can I come in for a minute?” Quinn’s eyes widened immediately as she looked around at the remnan
Zayd’s sleep was disturbed when he felt Quinn slowly and silently freeing herself from his arms. Her breaths were slow and shallow, as if she were afraid he’d hear them. His eyes peeked open, watching as she carefully shuffled off the bed in the darkness that swamped the room and stood to her feet.
Her hands trembled as she wiped her eyes, getting rid of every trace of her tears…but she could’ve not bothered. He’d already seen them. When her face was dry of sweat and tears, she stood to her feet, awkwardly walking over to the one of the punching bags. She didn’t even get a proper rest and yet
Zayd smiled down at the tray in his hand as he stood before his room, but that pleasant smile disappeared when he could scent out his mother and also hear her voice. He grabbed onto the knob, twisting it and pushing the door open. “Mom, I told yo~” His mouth hung open when he found Quinn hugged ag







