Always By Jon Bon Jovi Novels & Stories

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

His forehead dropped to mine and he watched my face the whole time. Riven stayed close. His hand slid between us and rubbed my clit, rough and exact, while Knox fucked me. I came again, weaker, almost sobbing from how sensitive I was. Knox came with a low groan and stayed inside me, breathing against my mouth. For a few seconds the only sound was the drip of a shower left running in the next row. Then Riven’s voice, quiet and rough: “This is ours. Not theirs. They can talk all they want. They don’t get to have it.”

Gaby said. Dylan smiled. “What is your dedicated song for me?” “Thanks to You by Tyler Collins,” Gaby said. “Can you sing while we walk?” Dylan said Gaby smiled. (Thanks to You by Tyler Collins) “Thank you for teaching me how to love Showing me what the world means Gaby continued to sing, and Dylan listened quietly. They had already gone into the engineering building. There’s no mountain, no valley No time, no space As Gaby was singing, the other students they came across were distracted. Others even take a video of them.

They got the whole of me. Came December holidays, I was the only one broke on my squad so I had to make a plan. I planned an ATM heist then tagged my friend but he turned me down. I couldn’t go solo on an ATM heist, so I went for a supermarket and I got busted by the owner.

It’s been five years, yet he still looks uncannily similar to when we were still in our teens. “Why is he here?” I whispered to Maximillian as my gaze remained on the man standing beside my cousin. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo suit. The obvious fit is a hint that the suit was tailored to his liking. “Because he’s invited?” said Maximillian in a questioning tone. “That’s Mr. Nicholas Moretti. He is the owner of ELVs apparel, and chains of hotels and restaurants. He’s quite famous among the bachelorettes in the business world. The man had a clean record for dating gossips,” she filled me in like a true gossiper. Though I know she’s only doing her job.

At a table to the far right, I saw Cath and my friends seated, their giggles and murmurs mingling with the melliflous songs played and sung by a handsome boy band on the stage right next to their table. The coward in me wanted to slip away slyly to the far right table and blend into the background with Cath and the rest of the girls. But I couldn't do it, not with Logan being in the same room as me. I had to be brave and stop avoiding him. I had to tell him that it would be alright if things went back to normal. I had to stop worrying about his future and my own. I had to go with the flow without trying to change it's course. The local band had started to sing James Bay's song, 'Let it go' i

Marga POV "No way!" Chloe voice boom inside our dorm. For sure her voice can be heard the other room. This girl have high pitched voice that sometimes I told her to audition in orchestra. "C'mon you look pretty in this!" I said as I tried to convince her. She let out a big groan indicating she's not up for it. Which she is wrong because I am super stubborn and persuasive. "I told you I am not going to wear that. My clothes are all ok. It's very comfortable and I already used to it!" She said and I can't help but rolled my eyes on her.

🎶Listen to How Long Will I love you by Ellie Goulding for a better experience.🎶 *** My heart thumped so fast that it felt like it was going to burst any second. I was walking down the aisle, hand in hand with my father, walking towards my groom. It was a dream come true but unfortunately, that dream wasn't mine. The one I love was standing there, waiting for his bride but that bride wasn't me, instead, it was my sister. I wasn't marrying him but his brother and my best friend, Dalton Miller.

Just do me one favor—stay the hell out of my life from now on. I turned to leave, but Joel grabbed my hand, refusing to let go.

"Alexa, play 'I'll Never Break Your Heart' by the Backstreet Boys." The smooth, nostalgic 90s R&B beat filled the kitchen. "That is literally my favourite song!" I gasped, a massive grin splitting my face. "Okay, my turn. What's your favourite dessert?"