Accidentally Yours Novel Pocket Fm Novels & Stories

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

She nodded, she believed him and she trusted him to keep her safe. Mary was cleaning the house, she was cleaning the bar counter when she heard something fell,she frowned as she searched for what must have fallen, she reached beneath the counter and sigh with relief when she saw that it was just a purse, someone must have forgotten it on the counter, she reached for it and picked it up but it's content spilled out, lipstick, eye liner, and powder, she quickly picked it up and had just replaced when Nicole's voice startled her, "what the hell are you doing with my purse" Mary jumped at the sound of Nicole's voice, she tried to explain what had happened but Nicole didn't even give her the cha

{Faith} As soon as I make it far from the crowd, my phone buzzes in my bag. I take it out and see an unsaved number on the screen. The text message contains only a link. Panic coils in my chest as I tap on the link. It loads slowly. What’s happening? Did one of Ace’s enemies kill him and then send an untraceable link to the gory scene? No, that cannot happen! Finally, the link loads into a green and white text interface. A message pops up a second later.

Then, thinking her mom was calling, she headed downstairs. Her feet barely touched the ground floor when the TV screen flickered to life, blaring the 10am news in urgent, pulsing tones. "Tragedy has struck the fashion world. Christian Bridges, renowned model, heir to the Bridges fashion empire, and Vesper magazine's coveted cover star, has been involved in a horrific accident. Reports indicate that the accident was severe, and Christian is currently being treated in the ICU unit..."

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

“I wish you all the best with your father. As soon as I get my phone, I will send you a text so you have my details. Let me know as well if you need anything. I’m happy to help.” April turned, dumping her rubbish in the trash, before hurrying off. Tally watched as April quickly left the area. She knew that despite their complicated circumstances; she had found a genuine connection with April, and she hoped that their newfound friendship would provide them both with support during these challenging times. Noah really did need a kick up the ass. How could he walk away from someone so lovely? But she didn’t know all the details, and she had troubles of her own right now.

Mia murmured. Peyton saw the name of the F******k account. "Then how did.." "In Finn gets a fucking copy of it, in like? And anyhow, who the devil is In Like Finn?" "I guess they grabbed a hold of a duplicate before I removed mine. "Holy shit! I mean, my life is so much worse than a dumb comedy. I can't be experiencing this. Mia gave her shoulders a massage. "Inhale deeply a few times," Mia stated in a useless manner.

“This is different. This is like you’ve already fallen and you’re just figuring out where you landed.” Daniel said nothing. Outside the window Red City moved through its afternoon, people and cars and the ordinary machinery of a city that had no idea it was being run by a man sitting in a mansion behind high walls who had let someone walk out through his gate this morning because they asked him to. “I don’t know what to do with it,” Daniel said quietly. “With him or with yourself?” Nina asked. “Both,” Daniel said. “Either.” Nina turned her coffee cup in her hands. “Can I say something honest?”

The window of opportunity had suddenly narrowed, forcing an immediate, improvised encounter. He watched as Whitney got her food two blocks from the office, engaged in what he clinically registered as a "gross flirting fit" with the server, and then launched into an unusually long conversation on her phone for the walk back. Her attention fully consumed, she hurried along the pavement, a half-full coffee cup balanced precariously in her hand. ​This was his cue. The seasoned warrior had to become the perfectly timed, clumsy human distraction. This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow.

“Things I thought about doing on my way here.” I sniffed, wiping at my cheek. “A list?” “Yes. Some of them were good, romantic. You know… flowers, chocolates—” He gestured toward them. “Safe options.” I huffed a small laugh. “But then I had other ideas,” he continued. “Like showing up at your place with a boombox.” I gaped. “A boombox?” “Yes. Don’t judge me. It felt right in the moment.” I laughed a little more, despite the emotion still choking me.