Chasing His Substitute Lover Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

I dumped the tray in the kitchen and kept moving, out the side door, into the fresh morning air. I needed to get laid. By someone else. Someone who wasn’t Chase Hunter. Someone who could fuck him out of my system, scrub away the memory of his touch, his taste, his voice calling me his slut while he ruined me. I needed to prove to him and to myself that I wasn’t his toy. That he couldn’t pick me up, break me open, and toss me aside whenever it suited him. Because when he finally signed those betrothal papers(and he would, for the family, for the empire, for whatever cold logic ruled his world) this thing between us would be over anyway.

Disapproval oozed from him in waves as he watched my blunder and my cheeks heated from embarrassment, but I managed to right myself just in time to avoid disaster, mumbling an apology that was ignored. "Did you get the signed contract?" He asked, his voice deep, sliding over my ears like hot chocolate on a cold winter's morning and I had to suppress the thrilling shiver that ran through me. It wouldn't do to let him see how much everything about him affected me. Yes, I was hopelessly in love with him, but I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me my love was neither wanted nor reciprocated.

chills run down my spine the way my name rolls off his tongue, “do not harm Bianca out of jealousy. I demand that you remember your place as my substitute lover. That’s all you are to me…a contracted lover. Now, I have a fiancée. You are below me and her.” My heart breaks into a million shards. They fall into the dark void that hovers in my chest. I swallow my hurt pride and stare at him, nostrils flared as my breathing grows heavy. “...So from the very beginning, I was just a substitute?” I shoot the words out at him. He does not react, his expression barely shifting as he stares down at me. “What did you just say?” Soren counters, angling his body to face mine. “You always said you liked h

“The clubhouse have rooms for top players like me. “I just needed to pick one of them to follow me back. My balls must be blue or pink by now. Good thing this golf attire were loose no suffocation. I walk in poise. A MILF. Oh yes. A MILF. She spotted me and walked over— bold, feisty. I love that, mature and thick. Ready to be fucked. “I tilt my head slightly. She takes the clue and follows.” A few hissing behind me from other predators. But I don't care. “But just before I disappeared to the hallway, a loud moans from some other woman pierce through the air. “I stopped.” “Who the fuck is stealing the show from me?” My eyes find him. “The kind of man I hate.” “Machado fucking Lorenzo.” That s

“I’m even happy he’s finally getting his karma—and you’re that karma. But girl, you better pray hard because you might end up chasing someone who loved you but you pushed away. And by then, it’ll be too late.” Archie glanced at Tandre, who was now deliberately avoiding looking at Arwena.

" Yaxley came by with his slippers. He caught the last part. He plopped down in another chair. "Keep an eye on the Youngs and the Lamberts? Still hung up on Ms. Lambert? She's married and expecting, yet you can't forget your old flame? "I never pegged you for the lovesick type. Why'd you let things get to this state?" Chase had turned a seven-year relationship into a memory he could not shake. Chase shot back calmly, "You're one to talk. As if you're not stuck on someone who's gone. What's the name of your latest? Zara?"

“What a bastard. Do you know what’s going on that cruise ship? There’s a bunch of rich wolves on the top floor talking about beauty pageants and all they do is shady business. I was tricked into going there. Suzy, the level you are on is doing a normal performance, and you are indeed the host of this party. That's because Charlie wants to take advantage of you. Please wake up..." Kate sees clearly: “Charlie has fallen in love with your sister a few years ago. At that time, he tried to get your sister into bed several times. Later, when your sister married Alpha Shawn, he stopped. Now, your sister and Alpha Shawn have divorced, and he has reached out again... You are the bait. , do you unders

I said softly. Delon's eyes filled with tears again. His face was passive, looking at me. "That man is your lover?" Delon asked in confirmation. I nodded my head. Delon clenched his fists "why? why do you easily replace me with another man?" asked Delon. I smiled my smile. What kind of bullshit question is this. I chuckled, annoyed. "Delon, you've started your new life, right? How much do you think I'm struggling to get through this? I tried hard to forget you, "I said

Hi Lovelies, Many questions remained at the end of Grace and Tristin's story. How did Ethan kill Lily? Will Ethan stay in prison forever or return for Grace sometime in the future again? How will Grace and Tristin keep supporting each other in the future? To answer all those questions, I am writing a sequel for this story, "Haunting Love: Chased by my Ex-Husband." :) You can read the chapters in this same book right under this Author's note. Updates will be regular from tomorrow, so don't miss out on what's happening next! :)

His groans muffled, eyes burning with lust and fury. Me tying the knots. Kidnapping him as he stepped toward his car. Obsessed. In love. Addicted. Following him for weeks, learning every habit, every weakness. The woods. Chasing him in a twisted game we played. Laughter, mine, wild and free. Then the cliff. The waterfall. Slipping, falling, blackness swallowing me whole. It all crashed back at once.