Darling Lover Novels & Stories

And that’s all that matters. Lev pressed his lips against her ear. “I love you.” Vero smiled, turned to cup his face, and kissed him gently. She never expected life to bring her to this place. To become the billionaire vampire’s darling. “I love you too.”

Her love juice flowed, which he drank like he was one thirsty camel in the desert. “Yes, iubirea mea, my love,” he whispered, glancing at her half-closed eyes because of intense desire and pleasure. He dipped his dark head again, drinking her love nectar. His tongue moved up and down her slit and sideways toward each fold. But he stayed more on the apex, where he continued to pleasure her swollen pea. Alodia never thought she would feel something so good like this. Never, ever. And she never thought it was this so good. It was beyond words.

And this was more than enough to make Darling stop whatever she was doing and she stood up straight and turned to face Stanley. "You really are something," she said, "Firstly, I'd like for you to stop speaking to me, I've signed the divorce papers like you asked, so please leave and allow me to pack in peace. And I don't care what you think about me, you can just go to hell." Darling said hatred from nowhere was what she now felt towards this man whom she thought loved her. She then continued what she was doing but even with the warning, Stanley didn't give up and kept throwing demeaning words towards her.

I explain. "What song?" he inquires, even though he already knows it's my favorite. "The one you just sang," I reply, absentmindedly playing with my hair, which won't be there for much longer. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" His voice is flawless. I used to play this song when I couldn't fall asleep. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be." I feel his fingers gently combing through my hair. It's a reflex, they say, in moments like these. Perhaps he's as tired as I am. "Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you." I resist the urge to close my eyes, wanting to hea

“Darling” He got up, walked up to me and sat on my lap. “Look, Tristan, The problem isn't your feelings. The problem is what you're going to do about them. You can either let Collin win or quit being a pussy and go get your boy” "I don't know what to do," I confessed, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I can't just... take him. You’re literally the only one that doesn’t find this weird" "That’s because I honestly don’t give a fuck," Darling said, taking my glass and downing the warm liquid, "You can't just take the kid but you can draw him close enough. Subtly. Without raising suspicion.”

She look at him painfully with the love glistening in her hazels that were bleeding so much because of continues beating by his men. “Dare you screamed at me like that again, dare you darling,” I love you madly, that does not mean you can scream on me like this. You scream as much as you want my name but that only with love for me and at the time of our honeymoon. On our Wedding night, you get that Darling. When I will be inside you. Will make you mine with your body and soul.

he continued, taking a step closer to me, "will bring you power, wealth, and security, overnight." "You're trying to make it sound like some sort of mob proposal," I said, my brows raised in concern. He smiled wryly. "You're the one who ventured into the lion's den, darling." "Don't call me that," I gritted through my teeth. He raised an eyebrow. "What? 'Darling'? I figured 'cherry' would be too nostalgic." I hated how easily my stomach clenched at the term. I hated more that he knew the effect the name had on me.

And as much as I wanted to deny it, the truth was written plainly in his eyes. “You heard me right, Lara. I have a lover.” He repeated, his voice firmer now. “You can go ahead to get married to Alpha Zade and I'll be with my mate.” "Mate?" Dexter has a mate? But he told me he didn’t have one. He even said he was ready to take me as his mate if we ever got together. But now he was saying this. “Yes. And she's right in my house as we speak.” “What the hell are you talking about, Dexter?” I asked through gritted teeth. How can he say his lover was right in this house, the same house that I'd gotten him when I first met him? How could he even bring another woman into the same house that I'd…

"I did it once, I know! But I paid a high price for it." "Be direct, please," Damon requested. "I do not accept you as my lover, Damon. I won't be the married whore who fills your spare moments, and I am sorry if I made it seem like I would," she said. "So I need to know. Do you truly want me, or do you just want to have an affair? Make up your mind, Damon." Arabella crossed her arms at chest level, as any determined woman would. Damon closed the distance between them, which wasn't much.

Rachel could hear the low whir of an automatic card shuffler in the background. Tim had his phone on speaker, and the room was full of men, their conversation casual and loud. “Yo, Shadow Boss, that contact name is interesting—‘Darling’......” Rachel’s heart jolted hard. Darling? Her? “Nonsense. It clearly says ‘Clingy.’ Cute, right?” “Hey, Clingy, hurry up and bring your husband a pair of underwear. He’s about to lose so badly he’ll have to walk home bare-assed.”