Charlie Morningstar X Male Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

I know we would never be lovers but I still do not want a space where chaos will be brought to me by other spouses that seems me as their rival, he could fuck a tree for all I care. I just need to satisfy my sperm donor, his threats are not tongue’s play and I know of them strictly. POV SWITCH_______ A car was already waiting for Charlie outside of his house, prepared by his father to take him wherever he would find Damiel Voldov, one of the rare royal wolves to ever be known. Charlie stopped the driver when he got to the mall with the name ‘Voldov’ boldly written on it, the same mall he met Damiel.

A fifty-plus-year-old man who already had a family and a home, to marry Mr. Morningstar’s daughter?! Charlie’s words made the entire scene explode in anger. Zell Morningstar became infuriated and began scolding, “You must be looking for death's door! How dare you want for my precious daughter to marry Draco’s father?!”

he moans into my mouth, his hands spasming along my sides as he releases inside of me. He leans onto my back as I sink into the floor, both of us breathing heavily. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. “Two minutes, lovers,” Charlie calls out. “And you know I keep my promises.” Xander chuckles on top of me. He kisses my cheek before saying, “I hope that our mate is as feisty as our Luna. That could be a lot of fun.” “Heard that,” Charlie calls from outside the door.

She wasn’t a virgin anymore but she fights off every urge to toy with herself while thinking about him. Seeing his recent post on I*******m flared her secret desires to have sex with him. Charlie’s chest was bare, he had just a Calvin Klein tight boxer that revealed his boner. He looked like a hot sexy model. She imagined her lips wrapping around his erected cock and him thrusting into her core till she came.

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

“I-If you’re going, then go. Stop… chatting.” Charlie didn’t tease her further. He got up and left the room. Candice breathed a sigh of relief. He’s like a seductive demon—one who can read minds and steal souls. Every night he comes to lure her in… who could resist that? Not even the most disciplined scholar in those old tales… so why should she be expected to?! She lay on the bed, thoughts spiraling. Outside, Charlie took off his blazer, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and entered the kitchen.

There were 2 guys in the center, one with shorts on and one without. "Gorilla" aka the huge guy in his boxers, stepped on "Dracula" aka the-now-naked and lanky boy that doesn't give up. "Hey." Feeling warmth beside me, I shut the book close. "Ma'am Burma's going to kill me if I failed this test, Charlie. So can you hurry up and let's leave?" I turned around and faced Charlie. But the person who owns that 'warmth' is not Charlie apparently. Nope, it's a good-looking bruised-up guy with a split lip, disheveled hair, and black eye. With or without bruises, he still looks good.

The common room was quiet, the fire in the hearth crackling softly, the scent of coffee and toast lingering in the air. Charlie was sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out, a book in one hand, a mug of coffee in the other. And beside him… Miles. My breath caught. Charlie looked up as I stumbled to a halt, his eyebrows shooting up, his smirk sharp. “Well, look who finally decided to wake up,” he drawled, his voice dry but his eyes amused. “Cutting it close, huh?” I didn’t answer. Because my gaze was locked on Miles. He was leaning back in the armchair, one ankle crossed over his knee, his arms relaxed but his eyes sharp as they met mine. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his jaw shadow

I felt too guilty asking June to look after Mum for more than two nights as her free time is so limited. “No, you’ll be fine, you’re gorgeous! You’ll definitely get matches soon. Come on, let’s see who’s available.” I look at the first contender. He’s wearing a baseball cap and posing in a gym. “Left,” Charlie says. “Let me read his bio.” “He’s flexing, for Christ’s sake.” “I’m not averse to a few muscles.” “Alice, you have an IQ of 130. He lists his interests as beer and rugby.”

*** • Book 7) Chasing MOONLIGHT {Story Of CHASE Daniel Miller and NISHMA Neil Khanna} ~ Blurb :- "Imagine Nish. Imagine my tongue against yours, travelling all over your body, your breasts kneaded by my hands, perky nipples twisted by my fingers. Sucking, biting your plump lips until we were both breathless, restless, hot, aroused. I'd kiss you again from your lips, neck, jaw, shoulder. I'd planned to do everything to make you feel safe, secure in my arms. I wanted to work harder to make you Cum", Chase licked her earlobe as he spoke. Nishma trembled badly by his effects