A Weekend Alone Chapter 25 Novels & Stories

At 12 we both were tired and went to sleep. I went inside my room and got inside my soft duvet. Today is Saturday and i need to join hospital from monday it means i have a whole sunday to prepare myself for Dr. Ramsey's team. I hope i don't screw up. ********************************** Hey my lovely readers, I hope you liked today's chapter. Tell me your view in the comments section. And don't forget to share, like and comment Do follow my i*******m account for any latest updates Account: drops_of_ambrosia

“God, I want you so bad.” “Take me.” “Not like this.” She turned around, put her hands against the wall, and looked over her shoulder at me. “Like this?” she teased. “Woman, you’re killing me. You know I can’t stop when I get that close.” She turned around and offered a small smile. “Next time.” “You’re damn straight next time.” She reached out and ran her hand down my chest. I closed my eyes, stealing my self-control. “We’ll stay in bed all weekend.”

Chapter 250: Epilogue. **Christiana’s POV** Bryan and I sat nestled in the master suite of the Salazar mansion, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls like whispered secrets. His gaze hadn’t left me for what felt like an eternity, his eyes tracing every curve of my face with a reverence that made my heart stutter. It was as though he were committing me to memory, as though I were a rare relic he feared might vanish.

Fake marriage is chapter 1...there was a little mix-up Chapter 2: Alice's POV The midday sun cast a brilliant glare over the city, bouncing off the towering glass buildings as our sleek black SUV navigated through the bustling streets toward the restaurant. I leaned back in my seat, fingers tapping restlessly against the door handle as my mind wandered back to the stranger from the airport. I couldn’t believe I'd actually considered speaking to him, let alone involving him in my half-baked plan.

Like we weren’t in a rush to be anywhere else. Because we weren’t. Because we had finally found a safe place in each other. --- The weekend getaway happened a few days later. Xander booked a private cabin two hours out of the city. Surrounded by trees. A stone fireplace. No cell service. He lit the fire while I made hot chocolate. We sat on a giant fur rug, wrapped in a shared blanket, listening to old jazz records from the cabin’s collection. “Tell me a secret,” he said suddenly. I laughed. “What?”

, I asked her. I saw Rea take a deep breath and reply. " He called you to come to his chamber and I don't know what's next. Just go and maybe there's an answer to your question." Rea said coldly. I just didn't mind her being cold to me now instead I went to the Alpha's chamber alone. My whole body trembled as I stood outside the Alpha's room. I took a deep breath before putting my trembled hands on the doorknob and slowly twist it clockwise. As I swung the door open, I saw his bare back waering only a towel underneath. My eyes grew wide in shocked and immediately turned around when I heard him calling my name.

The daily, chosen, unheld staying. The waking up and the east road and the coffee with assumptions and the two amendments and the east garden and the Thursday piano and the pack at full signal and the ridge in all its versions. The thing was the life. The life that she was living and would keep living. Forward, into all its ordinary days. The music continued. She closed her eyes. She listened. The territory breathed. She breathed with it. End of Chapter Twenty-Five.

Without another word I get in the bath and allow my body to relax, when I look back Raphael is gone. I call his name but no answer. He is unbelievable – I moan relaxing and trying to forget the last week. (hey everyone, I am sorry this is a really small chapter, but I promise the next one will make up for it, I just came back from a staycation, and I will be updating this story soon. I am waiting on contract, but it is taking longer than I expected. xx)

“What happened then?” “Then,” I said. Lying down next to him. Next to Ivy’s crib. Next to Isla’s crib. “Then monsters came back. But we beat them. And we came home. And now it’s Day 7. And we’re writing Chapter 58.” “Is Chapter 58 good,” Alex asked. Yawning. “Chapter 58 is first steps,” Adrian said. “And school buses. And dogs. And donuts. And coming home. So yeah, buddy. Chapter 58 is good.”

Our poor Tofu. was a little busy over the weekend. Enjoy reading. Also, a little long chapter for my only and only lovely readers. Are you all loving the story?