Chaunticleer Novels & Stories

Tim chuckled, his dark eyes flickering toward Chloe with a look she couldn't quite read—was it pride, or was he simply amused by how well she played the game? Camille Laurent leaned in, her eyes sparkling with a knowing Gallic charm as she took Chloe’s hand once more. "It is truly a delight, chérie. I must confess," she whispered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial level that Timothy was clearly meant to overhear, "I am quite surprised to see Tim with a companion. He is quite the loner... a beautiful ghost who haunts these galleries. You must be very special to bring him out into the light." Chloe felt a heat rise to her cheeks, the blush deep and genuine. She glanced at Timothy, who was

They sat together in a cozy café, their voices mingling with the aromatic symphony of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries. Janet, her eyes shimmering with concern, leaned in closer, her voice hushed yet laced with an undercurrent of urgency. "Chloe, my dear, I must share with you the latest rumor that has set tongues wagging in our small town. It seems that Liam, the enigmatic soul who has captured our hearts, has embarked upon a new romance with the beguiling Layla."

Wearing those tight trousers. The snails arrived, steaming and garlicky, and Clare wrinkled her nose in distaste. She had already changed her mind. Evidently as well versed in molluscs as she was in everything else, Francesca deftly scooped one out of its shell with the dainty fork and held it to her companion’s firmly closed lips. She popped it into her own mouth instead and swallowed it with an exaggerated look of divine ecstasy on her face. 'They're delicious,’ she purred. ‘Like chewing a clitoris.’ They fell about laughing. Clare ate three after that.

He called it his protection charm and swore he'd never take it off. Then, Fiona showed up, and it was gone. I scrolled through her Facebook. On February 14th, Carl gave her a sapphire necklace, carved from the flawless heart of a single stone by master craftsmen. That same day, he gave me one too, studded with broken bits of sapphire. On July 7th, he bought the finest moonlight silk to have a custom gown made for Fiona. Meanwhile, I got a moonlight silk scarf. Entry after entry, I kept scrolling, each one carving out my heart a little more.

Infact it was where I was headed before I caught Alexa snooping around. “Champagne or Martini?” I joked as I twirled the teaspoon in the depth of the coffee cup. “Coffee please” She chuckled as I placed the cup in front of her. I watched her further twirl the teaspoon round and about. I watched her closely, to such an extent that I noticed the rogue strand of hair that had found a way to escape the bun. I was just about tucking the strand behind her hair when my phone rang on the counter. It was Bruno Bianchi calling.

** The Queen’s Gambit** Paris, France – Devereaux Estate Marcella Devereaux sat in the grand parlor of her ancestral estate, the soft glow of the chandelier casting sharp shadows over the glass of Bordeaux she swirled idly in her hand. Across from her, Dante Laurent, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a reputation that sent shivers through the underworld, watched her with quiet interest. “You’re making your move sooner than expected,” he remarked, sipping his whiskey.

She gushes. Chanel blushes, "Hi, I'm Chanel Wilson." "Is this your girlfriend Vince?" Vincent grins, "Yes she is." Chanel blushes. "È Splendida, ti adatta," Aunty Martha winks. [Translation: She's gorgeous, she suits you] Vincent can't help but smile, Martha welcomes them in and has her butler take their bags up to the guest room. "You're just in time, for lunch," she says as she walks them to the kitchen.

Joseph called out gently. After some minutes, Joseph heard a rustle from behind. He saw a woman approaching him as he turned back. "Are you Ms. Lilac Styles?" Joseph looked at the woman. The woman seemed a little hesitant at first, but then she replied, "Yes, I am Lilac Styles. What do you want from me?" "No, ma'am. I don't want anything from you. Today I'm assigned as your angel, and I have to escort you to the stairs of heaven," Joseph's eyes were sweet.

Call if you need anything. Chloe went down the hall and found the large package with the calendar on the desk in the office. She opened it and looked at the front, which was an image of her dancing naked. It was actually several pictures blurred into each other of her in different colors, and the angles were tastefully shot. She turned to January, which was the beginning of next year and found the large image at the top of the page of her in silver arched ever so perfectly in a sensuous twist and she blushed at herself looking so sexy.

CLAUSE FOR DECEMBER BOOK 1 Intro; Every December, The De Santis Holdings retreats to a secluded alpine estate where contracts replace confessions and desire is governed by carefully written rules. For Chiara Bellini, the retreat has always been just another responsibility, another chore, another work trip. As the CEO’s trusted assistant, she has spent years perfecting distance, managing schedules, drafting clauses, and quietly burying the feelings she has never allowed herself to want. Which was loving Lorenzo De Santis!