19 Days Bl Novels & Stories

I drained the scotch in one burning gulp. 730 days. I could do this. I had to. Even if it destroyed me in the process.

You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling, whoa that lovin’ feeling, you’ve lost that lovin’ feeling now it's gone, gone, gone...**** I look up to the sky, as I open the door to my rental car, “Yeah, thanks Selene, I get it! I facked up!” 20 – they were together 20 times 92 – 92 days where she was sad. 5 – 5 days where she was sad all day.

How could someone be this perfect, despite his arrogant demeanor, he still looked devastatingly handsome. My words were lost somewhere between my lips, and my brain, as I stared at him blankly. I can't even imagine myself falling for him. "You will be paid monthly through out the duration of the contract." "How long is this contract?" I asked, gulping in saliva forcefully. I silently prayed it was going to be for a week, which I had no idea how I was going to survive for that long. He laughed, and it sounded like the Devil himself laughed. There was nothing funny. Was there something on my face? I reached out for my face with my right hand, and found nothing. Then realization struck me! He h

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

Jade's POV It was finally Saturday, I could sit back and just enjoy the day or so I thought. My mum came back early this morning and suggested we all do a family bonding thing-- you'd think someone who just came back from pulling a night shift would be more tired-- even though Blake wasn't exactly part of the family, she thought that Blake and I were fighting and wanted to do this. "We're not fighting ma'am, I promise." he begged, he also wanted to stay in today, we all did. Jonathan was sporting a killer headache and I just wanted to sleep, maybe Blake still had that girl in his room and was thinking of ways to get her out.

May 9 of 2030 came in and Andrew, as he had always been for the last five years, woke up with a hangover. But that day, he woke up with the ID card in his hands kept safe in his chest. That was the only remnant that was left with him after the accident.

"Pack some stuffs. I want you to spend a week in here." Right, a week. A seven day vacation I wished would and could last longer. A week is quite a long vacation, actually, but spending it with you feels like a short period of time. Especially, if the plans I wanted to do with you will not fit for seven days. Or perhaps, I'm not really contented with the time you said. Perhaps, I want longer, like years. Perhaps, I just want you to stay beside me. Perhaps... I don't want you to leave after making a short vacation so euphoric. "Are you sure he's here?" Daniel asked as he lowered his head a little, to see outside the window beside me. I looked over my right side as well.

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

My cheeks were inflamed as I turned around, hoping he'd just leave me alone. "Okay," he tutted. "We have twenty nine days to go. Let's see how long you can keep pretending to be that saint from high school."

Paused. Turned back. “And Lena?” She lifted her head. His smile was slow. Dark. Promising. “This is only the first hour.” He opened the door. Stepped out. The lock clicked again. She was alone. Collared. Filled with his cum. Owned. And already aching for the next time he walked back in. Thirty days. Twenty-nine left. And she knew. She would beg for every single one.