Novel & Cerita Avon Romance

He leaned closer and put his thumbs against my outer ass which was covered with golden curls, As he spread me wide open he could see the sweet hole and juices coming out from it he could think of a million things to do but he had other plans. Removing all his outfit, Aurelio gaze landed on Aaron chest and he couldn't help but trace his body and feel his soft chest and his cute hairs, Aurelio grinned hard. “You're wet carino,” he said I tried to speak but I couldn't, didn't find the right words to describe the moment. All he could do was moan. My gaze couldn't help but look at his hard-on which showed no sign of softening. The head seemed more swollen, if that was possible I already regret wh

Everything was falling perfectly into place, just as he had planned. The phone on his desk buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a message from his PR team, likely another update on the coverage of his recent outings with Aubrey. He glanced at the screen, seeing the headlines that had been dominating the media for days. "Alexander Vermont and Aubrey Chen: The Reunion We’ve All Been Waiting For". The articles were filled with speculation, but they all painted a picture of a man moving forward, leaving the past behind, the media totally forgetting about Claire, a speculation surrounding her insignificance in the young Vermont’s life.

Ava finally answered after a while and her best friend couldn’t believe her ears. “ you are what?” She asked again to be sure, “ the same zeke that you left his show so angry that we all thought you would commit murder?” Ava chuckled lightly, Pam could be so dramatic. “ yes pam, we settled and now I am in his house at Weston villa” “Huh?isn’t that like out of town?” “ yeah, we are in his house” Ava blushed as she remembered what happened and she unknowingly smiled. “ I smell something fishy ava, spill the beans”

She hears it; that's why she can't bear to respond to him. "Yeah, I really like their romance. Love conquers all." "Oh really? Why not us? Aren't we the same as them?" Ava stands up quickly from her seat, getting a step, wanting to grab a glass of water to control her emotions. But, when she's nearing him, she slides down, falling to the man's shoulder. Gerald's perfume is addictive to smell; it attracts her to kiss his smooth neck. She stares at it, imagining memories they had of romance from the past, up to his face that doesn't change; only the attitude matters to her. She sees his eyes full of love at her, showing affection for a lot of her, even though she's resisting again and again.

“Romantic.” At the back of the hall, the doors slowly opened, a hush fell instantly as the music began to play and Ava stepped in. Damien's sharp eyes softened as Ava walked toward him, her dress flowing like a dream stitched from moonlight. Her gown flowed like liquid ivory, hugging her waist before cascading into soft layers while her veil framed her face. Every step she took felt deliberate, like she was walking into something irreversible… something powerful. Grandfather Jonathan leaned toward Grandma Marie.

“This isn’t over. The door clicked shut, and Ava collapsed into her chair, pressing her palm to her racing heart. She told herself she hated him. She told herself it was true. But the echo of his touch refused to fade. **** By noon, Ava forced herself back into routine. Harper leaned casually against her desk, legs crossed, a teasing smile on her face. “So,” Harper drawled, “how was your romantic dinner date with Mr. Perfect Husband? Ava rolled her eyes, sipping her coffee. “It wasn’t romantic. It was… tense. We fought, made up, fought again.” She shrugged. “The usual.” “Still sounds better than me,” Harper said with a laugh. “At least you’ve got flowers and restaurants. I’ve got… bills.” Av

AVA POV “Ava?” Dawson said and I stood up almost immediately. I turned to the person who I had just shared a momentary romance with and looking closely I could see that it was Damien instead of Dawson and I covered myself while still trying to understand what exactly was happening. “How could you do something like that Damein?” Dawson said angrily and I couldn’t help but be even more confused because damien wasn’t even hiding it from Dawson. But Dawson was clearly very angry and just pretending.

Avery The interior was dark, candlelight flickering in the centre of each table. I didn’t know how Ruin had found this place but I was glad he had. It screamed romance and the smell of food was making my mouth water. He had done so well, better than I ever expected. The only thing that spoilt it was the fact he kept bringing up commitment. Of me being his old lady. It wasn’t even that I didn’t want to.

Her eyes grew wide only for a moment before she stopped fidgeting. For a moment there, I thought she was going to push me away but she didn't and I bet, the full moon was messing with her hormones as much as it was doing to mine and I can tell, her wolf wants to mate even though she hates me. Avalon didn't return my kisses immediately but after a while, she finally gave in and slowly, she began to relax under my touch, her lips starting to part as well and that was my cue to deepen the kiss even more.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."