Connie Mason Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The damn bond has already got him tightly. After several attempts, she finally gives up. There's no point; the mate bond between them is already very strong, and as the days go by, it’s likely he’ll start to become even more possessive of her, just like Saya is with Sorem. Connor’s wolf is beautiful, and she would love to snuggle into his fur and place her face on his chest to feel the beating of his heart. That thought makes her smile despite how bad she felt yesterday with everything Mrs. Carla said to her, but Connor’s scent all around her relaxes and soothes her, just as hers does for him. Now she doesn’t feel as overwhelmed as she did last night.

"That reminds me, my friend Gabriel wants me to introduce you to his wife. Her name is Jemma and she's pregnant; about six months. I told him I was going to ask you. Maybe if you need a friend or something." "Sure. That will be nice." "So tell me about your company." She leaned closer, eager to know what exactly he does for a living. Ronald explained to her as he ate and she listened intently. She also asked questions about certain things. Raina was not only beautiful, but she was also smart. He finished his food and did the dishes himself. Raina offered to help but he declined. After that, they proceeded to the Sofa where they sat. Raina was seated on the upper end with her legs on the sofa

Thank the Goddess, because another few minutes on this floor, and I’m pretty sure my ass bone would have fused with the floor. After pushing myself up, I grabbed Rosa’s hand, pulling her into my body and wrapping my arms around her. Her scent calmed me in ways that I wish I would have realized long before now. I still don’t understand how or what’s happening… and I refuse to believe Marina’s suggestion that Rosa would fake our bond. I see the pure curiosity in her sparkling, hazel eyes with every question. It’s almost childlike the way she hangs on every word that comes out of my mouth and has another question prepared as soon as I’m finished answering the one before it.

he commented. "Would you prefer the contrary?" "No. I just want to know why." Louisa opened her eyes simultaneously with the start of his hands caressing her buttocks this time. It was hard for her to say certain things if she weren't in a crisis like it happened earlier. Even with the man she claimed to love. Joan loved Conrad but that wasn't enough for him. She wondered why that came into her mind in that good moment all of a sudden. Mason wasn't like that. She knew that, however, life was full of surprises.

The magazine trembled in my hand, but my spine stayed straight. The moment I entered the building, the air changed. It's cooler, more sterile, laced with power and everything smelled like expensive cologne and ambition. A sleek receptionist sat behind a marble desk, typing with long, manicured fingers. She barely looked up. "I will like to see Mason Fabian." I said. She paused, blinked, then looked at me like I had asked for a unicorn. "I’m sorry. Who?" "Mason Fabian." I repeated before it clicked that he no longer go by Mason. "Sorry, I mean... Caspian Clarence." Understanding flickered in her eyes. I saw the polite smile stretch her lips, polite, but wary.

She wanted to move away but Mason's large palm on her waist suddenly became scorching hot, making her breathless as she clutched the bathrobe tightly. In the next moment, Mason's lips descended upon her chest. Everything flowed naturally, and it seemed completely reasonable for two adults. Renee couldn't help but admit that this was a pleasurable experience both mentally and physically. She felt his presence in her heart, and her body enjoyed his touch. Sometimes, she even thought that maybe Mason liked her too. After all, there had never been any rumors about Mason having any other relationships, right? In these past few years, although she couldn't have his heart, there had been no other w

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar

Connie raised her brows and locked eyes with her. "Fine," Connie finally said, her tone challenging. "Tell me the truth. Did something happen between you and Cayson Montemayor that shouldn’t have?" She froze. Her eyes darted away, and her cheeks flushed. Before she could speak, Connie burst out. "Oh my God, Rosenda Marie. I am very disappointed in you!" Rome let out a long sigh. In a last-ditch effort, she said, "What’s wrong with something happening between us? We’re married, Connie. It didn’t mean anything. I’m just... pregnant and—"

Mason glared right back at Damien, and blurted out all of a sudden, “If your father had stayed in his place, and stayed the hell away from my mother, maybe it wouldn't have happened." Damien looked confused, “Huh? What the fuck are you talking about? What does this have to do with Mrs Connor?" As Mason started to speak, Damien stared at him in shock. He couldn't properly process what he was hearing, but from what Mason was saying, Damien's father and Mrs Connor had been sweethearts in the past. This was something that Damien had no idea of.

If I am honest, I had never liked Connie. ‘Ooer, Cornelia? Do you know the punishment for not checking Greg-arrangements with me before it is too late?’ I thought hard. ‘A spanking followed by a good seeing-to, I should think. After all, you are a freemason. You must have something interesting in that silly case.’ ‘If you do exactly as I say, we may be able to forgo the spanking.’ Nearly midnight and Dianne sent me her list of questions. Several were unusable, but who cares? We aren’t going to offer him a job. I texted back, ‘Fine!’