Se connecter“Tell me to stop, Adaline," I whisper. "Fuck me, Michael. Please... I need you..." Fuck me... When I sink into her, I lose the ability to think. . . . Adaline Daniels is a spoilt young girl born into one of the prominent family in LA. Michael is a man who was trained as child soldier, meant to follow orders and kill. Although he's trying to legalize his business, he cannot avoid the one request his partner had made before her assassination. For her daughter to be protected. After years of having someone else do this job, Michael crosses paths with Adaline and discovers that she's the daughter of his partner which he's meant to protect. Now, there's no turning back. Michael wants Adaline for himself, and there's nothing that can stop him from having her. Their relationship is messy, partly because of the secrets Michael keeps from Adaline, and partly because of how much Michael and Adaline disagrees. But what happens when the enemies close in and ruin Michael's found happiness? Will he continue to be the level headed good man for his Adaline or will darkness consume him? What will Adaline do when this loss rocks her life to the core? Read to find out more!! There's age gap, dark themes, light heartedness, a sassy but focused female lead, a controlling but kind and thoughtful male lead. Although this story has a lot of moments that'll throw you off, it's also packed with lots of moments that'll make you blush. Can't wait to see you all engage!
Voir plus“Why do I feel like I have to hustle for my wife’s attention?”Caleb snorts, sipping his whiskey.“It’s not funny, man,” I scowl. “Are you jealous of your kids, Michael?” he asks, mockery in his voice.“No.”“No?” He raises a brow.“Yes… fuck, Caleb, they keep taking her from me.” I grumble. “Sometimes I just wish…” I look out the window, and the first sight that hits me is my wife and kids running around barefoot in the mud.No… I won’t give this up for anything. I don’t wish for anything else. This is my family. I have a family, a fully functional family. My daughter just turned four, and my son will soon be three. And my wife radiates with so much beauty. She embodies grace, wears her role of motherhood with happiness and pride.My Adaline… my woman…As though sensing my gaze, she lifts her eyes to mine. “Hey baby,” I wave with enthusiasm. I know she can’t hear me because my voice is muffled by the glass. But her shoulders shake with a giggle as she gestures the kids towards my
Two weeks later…“Hey.”Michael’s head snaps up from his tab. The moment his eyes meet mine, a smile stretches his lips. “Hi.”I shut the door and stride into the room. My knees buckle on every step. My eyes drag across his face, my brain trying to understand how this man who should be a ghost is alive and pulsing and looking more beautiful than ever.I plop down on the couch, a breath tumbling through me. It’s been two weeks since he returned. We’ve barely spoken since. I just come into his room, sit, and gaze at him for hours. Until I tire myself out.It’s starting to settle in.Michael is alive. And well.He’s here…The nightmares are gone…The pain is slowly fading.“How long will you continue this way, Ada?” He asks, setting down the tab.I drag a hand through my hair, shifting in the seat to get more comfortable. “You understand why it’s taking me this long to come to terms with this new reality, don’t you?”He nods, lips puckered. “I do.”“I’m happy you’re home, Michael. Reall
I’ve been silent for hours.My mind has been reeling for hours.I have tried my hardest not to scream… or reach for the ghost in front of me.Questions claw at my soul.I saw everything crumble… I saw it. And yet, I question if my vision was correct.Michael’s face twists as he stares at me, waiting for a reaction.I have none.In the past month, I’ve gone through the phases of grief—denial, anger, bargaining… depression. I was just about to embrace acceptance, I was about to embrace this new normal.But here I am, watching the new normal bleed into something I’ve been desiring for days.“Are you hungry?” Those are the words I manage, the only coherent though I can conjure.Michael’s eyes twinkle. “Is that really why you want to ask?”My fingers shake as I clasp them together. “I. . . Made your favorite.” I scoff, “I make it everyday with hope that you’ll come home.”Tears drop my eyes, pelting against my forearm.Silence stretches a moment.Michael lets out a slow breath. “I’m home,
Joy is nestled to my side.Fluff is having her zoomies.And I am in pain. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally.“We’re yet to find a body.” The investigator my father employed says for the millionth time in the last thirty days, and it takes a lot of self control for me not to leap out of my seat and pounce on him.“We pay you a lot of money… and yet all you bring to me is bad news.” My voice is calm.I didn’t even know my voice could get this low. But isn’t that what grief does?I don’t know what life wants from me.I don’t know why it’s so hellbent on taking everything until I’m hollowed out.First, I lost my mom before I even became a teenager.And then I got a hardheaded father who seemed to prefer keeping his emotions bottled up rather than talking with his only daughter.Then I lost my child barely three weeks into finding out I was pregnant.Now? My husband is dead too.I’ve given everything. There’s no more to give.And the one thing I’m asking… my husband’s body, they don’t want
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