Aunt Ruth Loud House Novels & Stories

"Sign your name, Maren. Unless you want to watch that monster walk out of this courthouse holding a child who isn't even his." He was arrogant. Cold. A billionaire predator who looked at her desperate, tear-stained face and saw nothing more than a useful pawn on a chessboard. Maren Jenkins had no money, no lawyers, and only forty-eight hours before her late sister's infant son was handed over to the abusive monster who helped drive her sister to her grave. She was out of options. So, she signed the contract. Gideon Cole didn't offer her a fairy tale. He offered her a war. As a rival billionaire with a blood feud against the opposition, Gideon needed a wife, a public image, and an

"rumors have it, they slept together." "they? as in she slept with her stepbrother?" "Mhm." I remember looking at her picture from before, she looked pretty fucking naive to me but then again this can be the prime example of never judging a book by its cover. "We will go today," I inform him earning a smile from him. He really hates this bitch. ___ "This is her house?" my brother asks looking around the lawn. To be honest for a young millionaire this house sure looks like a shithole. In the middle of nowhere with the silliest structure, I've ever seen.

It seemed like the lady he brought last night had left seeing as he was all alone. Ruth was able to get a job in a company forty-five minutes from her house, she got the post of the C.E.O's PA. She is to start work tomorrow and she can't wait for it to happen. She went home humming a tune her mother would always sing for her when she was young. She entered her house and was heading to her room not bothering to switch on the light when all of a sudden the bulb lit up, she yelled thinking a thief had broken into her house.

his aunt Audrey spoke up, snapping him out of his absent-minded state. “What?” “I asked if you want to contribute. Everyone else is making an input,” she repeated. He frowned deeply. He had never liked Aunt Audrey—one of the many who had treated his mother like dirt. “I have nothing to say. After all, I’m just a token prince,” he replied coldly. “My father has made it clear many times that my opinion doesn’t count, so I’d rather shut my mouth before I’m permanently banned from the palace.” His voice dripped with restrained anger and sarcasm.

“Tell me, what is she to my uncle?!” The maid, intimidated by his expression, stammered, “M-Mr. Zach, that lady is Mr. Sean’s wife.” “Get lost!” Zach shoved the maid aside and turned to the butler. “Brian, you watched me grow up. I know you won't lie to me. Tell me!” The butler hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, “It’s true. She's indeed your aunt.” “Liars! You’re all liars!” Zach’s face twisted in disbelief. Then, he suddenly remembered his older sister, Theresa, who lived abroad. He hurriedly started a video call.

“Get it together,” I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her. This was my aunt. My mother’s older sister. A married woman. Even if her husband never seemed to be around. Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked. Even if her voice softened every time she said my name. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

"Aunt Four, Faunt Six, I'm here to help the little Robert play the piano" Aunt Four was just about to go out to visit the department store, she also got up to leave. But actually, Aunt Four was looking at Robert when she heard "Ah", and when Robert heard something, she immediately said: "Auntie Four, you said to make me roasted peanuts, don't forget it! Me and you! Go ahead and do it well, remember I'm a glutton!"

Bright and colorful, and many homey pillows on the white couch. "Wow..." Scarlett whispered. "He really brought me a freaking castle..." Lucy whistled. "I'm so moving in with you." "I honestly don't even mind if you do. It would be lonely living in that 'apartment' alone. Like, holy crap, what am I supposed to do with that many rooms? Open a shelter?" "The place also comes with a butler." Scarlett spat out her drink all over the table. It got up in her nose, and she was in tears. "What?! A butler?"

The living area was strangely silent and appeared to be untouched. "Hello?" Anthony said again. "Is anyone home? Denver, son? Sandra, my daughter?" He climbed the stairs and began strolling to the second floor.He believed the master bedroom was theirs because there were three rooms on that floor. He knocked but received no response. "Son? Are you there?" He knocked again, but there was no response. He opened the door to find paperwork and images of Denver and Sandra from their wedding day scattered everywhere. There were no other photographs than those from their wedding.

She told me to find my happiness, find her, the love of my life. Susan told me that last words from Aunt Lillian. She asked Susan to help you find her. Susan tried to help but I knew Savannah has married already. Adam kept on drinking vodka paired with cheeses. Stop drinking Adam, you're drunk. Is it the alcohol that I think the ceiling was moving on me Uncle? Adam said. It’s getting late, we have to get up early tomorrow. You’re tired and drunk. Get some sleep. Stay here for the night then move to the rest house tomorrow.