Alone Novels & Stories

"Break up with your girlfriend… Yeah yeah cause I'm bored You can hit it in the morning… Yeah yeah like it's yours". "I can't break up with my girlfriend but I wanna hit yours in the morning like it's mine". His husky voice interrupted me as he wrapped his arms around my waist, my back making contact with his solid torso. Turning around, I was greeted with a shirtless Lucian in black sweat pants that hung low on his waist. OMG! He keeps getting hotter. I've never seen him shirtless before. My subconscious screamed.

It was more than one man could handle on his own. Sitting on her sofa was calming, and for a moment, Aaron leaned his head back and relaxed, something he seldom had a chance to do, particularly since Christian had perfected and installed his Intelligence Assistance Communicators in everyone’s eyes. Now, any Hunter or Guardian in the world could reach him (or anyone else) at any time. While it was great during a battle or for planning, it made turning work off nearly impossible, even with the addition of an Off button, which Aaron never felt comfortable using.

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He just wanted a single connection to make this all worthwhile, or to hit the end of his limit and use it as the final excuse he needed to delete the stupid app. 'It's a match!' Andrew did a double-take. He didn't expect it to actually work. He was immediately greeted by this new profile description. 'Alison, 37' '1 Mile away Not looking for anything serious. Don't want any commitments. If you're simply on here to hook up and have some no-strings-attached fun swipe right.'

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.

—I won't leave you alone Ana! —I laughed at what Andrews said —I was born alone and I will die the same, you don't have to worry Alpha

I alerted him at once, feeling the infection kicking in. As promised one month ago, Jeremy created a sex tool that could please my level of hunger. It was a little device that would created a speedy vibration on my clitoral button, forcing me to release more than the infection wants till I'm tired. But lately the device has been giving me low power and I had to bring this to their notice. "That reminds me," Arnold said, pulling out a container from his pocket. "Jeremy wants you to take two of this pill every night at nine P. M. It's a sleeping tablet that will help weaken the infection and prevent you from feeling itchy all the time."

“Why me? Oanez can do that.” “She has tried.” “What then gives you the confidence that I can?” “Oanez needs a backup. You are the backup.” “Why not you? You're faster and stronger now, aren't you?” Anger flashed across Marcel's face, and he gritted his teeth. “I have other things to deal with.” Aleric knew that was a lie. No matter the amount of power Marcel had gotten from Oanez, he could not take on Antoine. Without looking, Marcel took the bowl from the witch and presented it to Aleric.

His cologne hit me like a drug. “Yes,” he said simply. “Dinner.” My brows furrowed. “With… people?” He smirked, stepping toward me. “Don’t worry. It’s a private lounge. You’ll look beautiful sitting beside me.” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Especially when I’m the only one who knows how wet you are under that dress.” My knees buckled. **** In the car, I noticed something else. A small, discreet black remote in his hand.

I said, and I meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the Westbrook account. "Oh," Eli said, and there was understanding in his expression. "That kind of processing." "I don't know how to do this," I said, and I was terrified by how much vulnerability was in that admission. "I don't know how to exist outside of my control structures. I don't know how to let someone actually see me." "You already are," Eli said. "You're doing it right now." "It's terrifying," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But you're still doing it. That's what counts."