Affinity Novels & Stories

Ashley says to me meaning my sister and this freaking dork. "Whatever." I say annoyed. "What's wrong? I noticed your attitude when it's about him." She says softly but serious. I look in her dark blue eyes and can't but tell the truth. How I feel. "I'm afraid. Afraid that your family won't like me and I don't manage to be the one they want for you. I'm not as perfect as Kerem is for your family." I admit. She changes her look from curious to sad. "Why do you mind?" She asks.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

I spat out without trying to struggle, I knew instinctively that his Majesty was superior to me in strength. "Do you think I've forgiven you for impersonating Daphne? Your punishment was just delayed." He told me with uncanny eyes. My insides tied a nervous knot, as his free hand found it's way to my exposed neck. Due to how sore it was, the slightest touch made me sensitive, and his majesty knowing this took full advantage of it. "Heather...do you want to live?" The way he said my name was filled with so much disdain that I found it funny he hadn't ripped me to shreds yet. His fingers danced around the spot he usually fed from, muffled groans and moans escaped my lips.

She opened the door still in the dress. "I.. umm.. need some help with the dress" I pushed the door for me to make way in. I shut the door behind me. Ari moved her hair exposing me the neck, my breathe fanned her neck that I felt goosebumps go up her back. I made my actions slow as possible, smirking at the thought that I still have the same effect at her. I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down until it reached her lower back, exposing her perfect, sexy back, she has a birthmark on her lower back which made my pelvis get rock hard.

She introduced me before turning around to face me. “Alex, meet my husband, Blake Newton” she kept smiling and I took my time to walk toward Blake, my hand held out for a handshake while he stared at me like he'd seen a ghost. “Hello, Mr Newton. I'm Alex, your new private chef and it's nice to meet you” I deliberately taunted him, acting like I'd never met him before and disbelief replaced the shock in his eyes. Slowly, he held his hand out to return the handshake while Lacy watched. I felt sparks fly the moment our skins touched and I knew he felt it too when he quickly withdrew from the handshake.

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

he said “Hmm, I see”, most times Marc might be after business but apart from that, his brilliancy is top notch. “So should we make the girl our target” I asked “A win win for you, marry her present her to Manson oil as your fiance, she will protect you in the media, having someone like her is better, than putting a spy there, they can change anytime, but once love is involve a woman would do anything to protect her lover” “How do I do it, I can't just go to BBC and ask for her hand in marriage”

I no longer feel anger and hatred. Zach and Melody were no longer part of my life. They were merely chapters in a storybook that I would pick up to read occasionally. I was scrolling on my phone when I saw our city's local news. [Man With HIV Was Unhappy That His Girlfriend Is Negative. He Forced Himself on Her Multiple Times, Contracting Her With the Virus.] Although the accompanying photo was blurred, I could still recognize the people in the photo—Zach and Melody. Yet, at that moment, I no longer cared about them anymore. I was going to ask for a two-month sabbatical leave. I no longer want to go back and slave away at my job.

"And also, I don't take actions on mere suspicions. There need to be proofs. Solid proofs. Maybe your efforts of not being in my suspicious persons list has actually landed you in it," Roshanay just bit her lips, "I apologize," "There's no need for that, Roshanay. But you should know this well and as crazy as it may seem. I need you to commit these words in your memory. Your body belongs to me. You belong to me. You carry my name with you so if any other man touches you or you're in the vicinity of a man and you keep it from me then you're not tainting just your name but also my name which is associated with you until your last breath. And in this case, you both will be punishable. I'm a mad

yes. So, it could be said that the start of this relationship wasn't very simple. But he appeared very simple-minded. He was so simple-minded to the extent that his eyes revealed a burning love not long after. Even I couldn't judge its authenticity. Until Wendy Fox appeared.