บททั้งหมดของ Compilation Hot Stories : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I can't believe that I let this happen. I can't believe I let him into my bed, inside me. And worst of all, I can't believe I enjoyed it. But the more I beat myself up for it, the more I had to remind myself that he didn't give me a chance to fight back. I hate him.I sigh, knowing that only a part of that was true. My eyes glare at the empty bed space next to me that once held William. By the time I woke up, he was gone, leaving a warm sheet in his place. Of course, he would just fuck me and sneak off without another word. So much for the aftercare. I groan, sitting up on my bed, running my hand through my hair. My thoughts went back to how he held me last night, his hand on my hair, and I removed my hand from my hair, squeezing my eyes shut to remove the memory from my head. I really don't need a reminder. I opened my eyes and scanned the empty room, his clothes, or anything that would portray the fact that he was here-none existent. I almost believed that it was all a fuck

SABRINAMy eyes fluttered as the stem from my coffee braced my face, and I closed my eyes as I brought the cup to my lips, letting the hot liquid burn my tongue.I let out a tired sigh, staring blankly at the couch in front of me as I ignored the burning sensation between my hands.All I think about is what happened in his office and what he said. Even though I don't like to admit it, what Mike did broke me. I spent a good part of my life being damaged, and when Mike came into the picture, I thought I could finally learn to trust again and, dare I say, love again. For fuck's sake, I told him things I'd never told a single soul, laid my heart and soul to him, put everything I could into our relationship, and he betrayed me in the worst way possible. I've been so occupied with what has been happening that I didn't have the time to process the betrayal properly, not until he called. I so badly want for him to feel that hurt and that pain. But is it worth having to deal with him?I k

SABRINAI hate tension. I blame it on my upbringing, but then it is one of those things that makes my heart race, makes my throat dry, and makes my skin prickle like a thousand needles are poking me.Because with every tension, eventually there's an explosion. I pushed the green peas around on my plate, and my eyes glared down at the table. There was so much silence in the room that the sound of a pindrop would be loud, and the air was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe. I didn't think this through. I was so desperate to get back at Mike for the hurt he caused me that I didn't stop to think that coming here would be a mistake.I dared to look up from the table, taking a quick look around. Both Ezekiel and Ennette look like they would rather be anywhere but here; if looks could kill me and William would be a hundred feet under.And for William?William was kicked back in his seat, taking down his food with a grin on his face, obviously enjoying the tension. I let ou

I push my hand across my face; the sound of my legs bouncing against the cold marble floor is the only thing I'm able to process.Even with the heavy towel tossed over my shoulder and the humming of the heater, cold still nipples at my flesh, a shiver still runs down my spine every time I remember his head on my couch. “Oh god.” I whispered, covering my face with my hand. I don't know how long I've been sitting in this interrogation room.Time seemed to have stopped completely when I discovered the head. I don't remember when I hung up on William and called the police. I don't remember when the cops burst through my house, guns in the air. I don't remember the paramedics talking to me, ushering me out of my home, or putting the towel on me.Hell, I don't even remember when they put me in the police cruiser and brought me here. All I remember is seeing Maxwell's head, then heading up here. I warned you, Piccolo Fiore.My eyes squeezed shut, and I took in a shaky breath to steady my

Note: Please forgive me for this other story, the draft I made suddenly disappeared, which made me so stressed that I followed it up with another story. I'm really sorry, I hope you'll understand.___Synopsis: Scarlet James has always had a thing for the bad boy, Chase Davis, but with him being 3 years older and her brothers best friend, it would never happen. She would always be his best friends kid sister. Chase knew she wasn't an option. She couldn't be. She wouldn't be. Scarlet was his best friends little sister. She was off limits... but have you heard the saying, play with fire and eventually you'll be burned? Well, he was about to find that out the hard way. This book contains strong language and adult content. Intended for mature audiences only. 18+___Scarlet I walk inside and slam the front door shut behind me. Before I even ask, I silently hope that nobody's home. "Hey mom, you home?" After the day from hell, all I wanted was to lock myself in my bedroom with a truck lo