COLE“You need to come back.”I looked down at the text displayed on my phone screen for the dozenth time now and my gut clenched, because something didn't feel right about this text. And a part of me was afraid that Mad was texting me this because Violet got what she really wanted, the timeline was perfect for it as it had been more than three weeks now since I came back to New York.My thumb hovered on the keyboard to type a message back but before I could bring myself to do it, another text popped up. “She tried to burn her paintings, man. This is not good.”A cold chill ran down my spine, freezing my blood in my veins. The glass of whisky slipped from my fingers, making a thud as it dropped down on my father’s office desk, sloshing the golden liquid everywhere. The conversation between my father and Uncle, that I was only pretending to listen to, came to a halt.“What is it?” My father asked and I could feel the weight of my Uncle’s eyes on me through the screen of the laptop.“I

NATALIEI learnt it the hard way that being gifted with children was something not every women has. It took me several heart-breaking years to come to that realisation. But I had my son’s and their father to support me, who kept me from going off the deep end into the dark abyss that will chew you up and swallow everything good in your life. Jared had stopped me from slipping into that hole and kept me tethered to my life and saved not only me but our sons from a future where they’ll grow up without a mother.Jared helped me to grow up and made me see reason. He loved me to the point that I won’t ever feel that something was missing. Even when Bree and Kiara came into our sons’ lives he was the one who made me see how I can still be a mother to those who needed one, and they needed me. They came to me when my sons pushed them away and hurt them, they relied on me for advices regarding my own sons and I always remained non-judgemental and unbiased. I always loved them and treated them

VIOLETAs I sat in the car next to Cole, the weight of the unknown hung heavily in the air. The suffocating silence pressed down on me, making me more aware of the strange air that surrounded us since he announced in front of everyone that he was going to fulfil a promise made to me. My thoughts were a swirling chaos, each one vying for my attention as I grappled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead as the way he had looked at me refused to leave my mind, and I was sure something will change tonight. What? I did not have any idea, which was the reason every cell in my body felt unsure and nervous.As our small town passed in a blur, doubts gnawed at the edges of my mind, casting shadows on everything I knew about the dynamics between us where he always put my emotions and wants first when it came to the physical or sexual aspect of our relationship. But when this time he asked me to give him tonight, to let him have this... I knew it was his way of asking for control and in return h

VIOLETCOLE guided me to the other side of the kitchen counter and pushed me down to sit on one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the small, round, dining table. He turned around and then after finding what he was searching for he came back and put a glass on the middle of the table then inserted a candle in it before lighting it. I met his eyes above the candle flame and he said, “Just one more thing.” Then, I watched as he turned the lights off, except the one in the kitchen so he could finish cooking.I sat there, entranced and feeling the flutters in my stomach. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He navigated the kitchen, so confident and sure, and looked so hot doing it. I imagined a future with him like this, in the quiet nights where he’d cook in the kitchen but in my imagination I wasn’t alone. The table was filled with our beautiful children yelling for their Daddy to hurry with the food. I swallowed and looked away to the flickering candlelight on the table. A few moments

It's going to be downright filthy between these two and it might also make you look at the chocolate a little differently. You've been warned..VIOLETI never thought that softness could be so cruel that it will hurt but it was hurting me and it was unbearable. Cole brushed his lips down along my throat, placing feather light kisses and licking where my pulse thrummed. When I whimpered and squirmed, he lifted his head and his dark brown eyes met mine. “I am just starting, princess, you’ll have to wait more and obey me more.” I jerked my head up and down in a nod. He smiled, a teasing smile as he added, “Don’t release your hold or I will stop.”I opened my mouth but he shook his head. “No words, unless you want me to stop.” I shook my head, too quickly, and he chuckled, “Good.” He sat up and picked up the bowl he had brought earlier. “Now, time for our dessert.”“Dess—” I ended up on a squeal as he tipped the bowl side ways and in seconds I was covered in vanilla fondue. “Cole!”“Hus