Accidental Literotica の小説・ストーリー

I said and Jessica giggled. Nearing midnight a lot of people were already passed out, I saw Martha entered Jessica's room, Valentine went to sleep with some friends he met before coming to my matriculation I guess they all want to give me a moment alone with my devil. Since I didn't drink much, I was wide awake and also having devil beside me made it impossible to sleep. "Thanks for today, for your great pretend." I said as we both lie on the bed. "Pretend? Pretend? Cupcake after many self-evaluations I realised that irrespective of whatever am suffering, be it the trauma of my parents' death or the guilt or the fear of losing you too, you are the cure of it all.

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

Just honest surprise. Before he could say more, the waiter returned, carefully placing a plate of lemon-seared salmon with truffle risotto in front of me, just the way I liked it. A glass of chilled white wine followed. The waiter gave me a polite smile before gliding away again. I took a bite. The flavor hit me with a rush of nostalgia...and irony. Everything on that plate screamed old Katie. The one who had everything but owned nothing of herself. “So,” Volkov drawled between bites, his tone sliding back into that confident silk, “you’re saying you’re free now. No family strings, no clingy ex-husband. Just you. That’s… incredibly dangerous.”

I let go of him for a second and raised the tablet in my hand—the one with the paused surveillance footage. “You don’t know, huh?” I snapped. “So that’s your ghost on the tape? That guy dragging a pregnant woman away? Is that your twin, or are you possessed now?” Lucien shrugged with zero guilt in his expression. “I was taking a walk by the lake. You know, enjoying the air. Then I saw her… almost jumping in.” My heart dropped. “What?” “I said she was about to jump. Into the lake. Looked like she’d made up her mind too.” He exhaled like it was no big deal. “So I grabbed her. You’re welcome.”

Lorenzo confirmed. "Exactly. You must have something to give me then. If not, we will arrive at the same result." The young man smiled. Mateo gave him access to more powerful software. So Lorenzo was able to access information within minutes with his abilities. Two of Mr and Mr Ricci’s chips came up. Information such as name, age, police history, etc and the accident that had occurred and that Lorenzo had already found. However, the reason for the accident was different from the previous information. It was written brakes with two corrupted information.

She was so overwhelmed that she accidentally dropped the fork in her hand, causing it to hit the table with a clang. 'Nellie Nymphaea is the pseudonym of Lucas's mother? That means Lucas is her son?'

Olive stared at her phone after ending the call with Dr. Harris. Her chest tightened with anger, frustration, and disbelief. The audacity of the situation was overwhelming, and the very idea of carrying Raymond Stone’s child felt like a cruel joke. She had been an unwilling participant in someone else’s mistake. The fact that she had been accidentally inseminated with Raymond Stone’s child felt like a violation of her very being. “Surrogacy mistake,” she muttered bitterly. “As if that excuses anything.”

Besides having a house sparkly clean, the work distracted my mind from wandering to the subject I desperately wanted to avoid. Taking a long, hot shower expectedly relaxed my muscles, and it was already midnight when I was in bed. Deciding to recheck the news before going to sleep, I took my phone from the nightstand and scrolled through social media and the news. Expectedly, everyone was talking about the wedding, putting Gabriel Miller in the scandal’s spotlight. Yeah, I really did it. I helped his life get dragged through the mud by the press.