Novel & Cerita Addicted Calloway Series Order

Kael said, "I've run acquisitions before. I don't move until I'm ready. You know that." A beat. "Of course." "I'll be in touch." He ended the call and sat for a moment in the silence of his office. Adrian was recalibrating. The confidence in his voice had thinned slightly, the way it did with men who were used to controlling timelines when they found one moving outside their reach. He was getting close to the edge of what he could hold patiently. Good. Kael's third meeting ran long. By the time it ended the afternoon had gone gray outside, low cloud moving in from the west, the kind of weather that flattened the city's light into something uniform and slightly oppressive.

I had to skip meals for two days to close the gap, but the envelope is full and my hands are steady when I walk into The Hollow's base. The place is exactly as depressing as I remember. A back room behind a condemned warehouse, reeking of mold and bad decisions. Owen—the middle-aged Beta who runs collections—greets me with a smile that makes my skin crawl. Slick and his fridge-sized buddy are nowhere in sight. Good. I still have bruises from our last meeting. "Sera." He draws out my name like he's savoring it. "Right on time." I hand over the envelope. He counts it slowly. Methodically. Each bill feels like a piece of my soul being catalogued.

she whispered wiping her tears and staring far into space. " I love you so much soya bean" he whispered and she snorted "I love you too dad, now stop calling me that " he chuckled at her patting her head like his new cat in the room. "He was an assassin, famously known as The Shadow and he taught me all I knew " Marco stumbled back a little staring at her with wide eyes. "Dark shadow, the ex leader of the Cobras" he replied and she nodded. " Maria could you be serious, your going to rule the underworld assassins one day " her father whispered and she giggled.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

I commanded her, and as a quick afterthought, added, "and act like you have already captured me!" Immediately she heard that, she looked at me fearfully and began shaking all over. When she saw that I was serious, she made to hit the answer button, but the call went off. It wasn't up to four seconds before the call came again. This time however, she answered it in time, only for us to hear the booming voice of Mason Smith on the other end. "I have not seen you!", came his gruff voice from the other end with a hint of irritation. "I'm right on track sir.", she replied.

Looked right at him. “I’m not a ladder,Clement.” I nodded to the tired woman now holding her face. “And she just closed your bank.” The confusion in his eyes shattered. He understood. “You…you knew?” I didn’t answer.I turned my back. --- “CHLOE! WAIT! I LOVE YOU!” He yelled,scrambling as the officers grabbed him. The click of handcuffs was the loudest sound I’d ever heard. I didn’t look back. I walked up the aisle, alone in white, through a sea of shocked faces.

For once, I wanted to live in the moment. We danced for a while, grinding and spinning. I leaned back into Adrian, letting him guide me, feeling every beat. My fingers tangled in his hair for a second. He laughed. Eventually, we sat back on the couch, sweaty and laughing. Adrian waved over a server dressed in fishnets and a leather harness. “Drink?” he asked as he handed me a glass. “Oh… yeah, sure. Whatever you’re having,” I said, taking it. I sipped, enjoying the burn of the alcohol.

Through his shame. His legs fell open. That asshole’s body fit perfectly between them as he climbed above him. And then, Ryder felt it. Calloway’s cock, hard and hot, brushing against his ass again, lining up. The bastard kept his tongue in Ryder's mouth, keeping him distracted, dragging another low, unwilling sound from Ryder’s throat as their bodies rocked together. "It’ll be easier now you've been fucked open," Calloway murmured, voice like sin against Ryder’s lips.

He smirks "I also ordered your favorite chicken wings on my way here. They're in the car. Wanna go get them?" Fuck him and his chicken wings. I want them so bad. Yanking my hand out of his hold, I start towards the house. When was the last time I ate? It's definitely not before or after I got that message from Sal. I've been drinking since then. No wonder I feel so hollow. My mind is on those wings and how I'll destroy them. So much so that I don't see where I'm going. I end up tripping on a branch and face plant the ground.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."