Davy Jones Lover Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes. Where is Adam? Something inside of me is aching because of Adam. I don't understand it myself. I know the truth about him—I've only met him, but why am I feeling this strange familiarity. In the novel, 'If love is true' Eric told Penelope that he is in love with her even though it was for days. She believed that he told her that out of pity, but he is really in love with her—is there such thing as that? Love at first sight? First love and such?

I can't see their faces but only from behind, one of them seems like my maid, and another one maybe my butler still I didn't recognize them. "He is still awake and walking nicely, you haven't poisoned the food items properly, " the guys said angrily. "I put two doses of poison in each food he eats but if that still hasn't worked on him then it's not my fault!" the maid replied. "That poison doses are cheap just like you!" He yelled. "Don't you dare call me cheap! I am not the one who wants to kill Marcus, I can still go and tell him everything, " She said. "Tell him anything and that day will be the last plus you didn't even found Maxon yet according to her even Jason is here and didn't retu

"Ms. Morgan, loan sharks caught up with him while he was running away. Both of his legs have already been broken." Liam's face was covered in dirt and grime. Like a worm, he writhed across the broken glass, trying to grab Amelia's leg. "Honey... I was wrong... I only did all that because I loved you too much and was afraid of losing you..." Even now, he was still dreaming. Amelia let out a cold laugh. She picked up a red-hot iron rod from a nearby brazier without any hesitation and drove it straight through Liam's right shoulder with a sickening sizzle.

I suggested as I put on my sunnies and rolled down the window, reversing out of the drive way and I looked at the window seeing Lewis standing there giving a quick wave. “How’s cold lover boy?” Aubry asked as she drove behind the wheel to town, “still cold but now he wants to take me to dinner and thinks money will fix everything” I said leaning my seat back and putting my legs on the dash. “Have you told him he needs to change?” she asked as she turned the corner, “yea we fought about it last night” I said as I took another sip of my coffee. “And?” she asked expecting to hear some sort of dramatic action like those novellas have in them. “Our life isn’t a novella” I said laughing taking my

“Because right now, I’m starting to think everyone I’ve ever loved has been lying to me.” She pressed her bloody hand against her forehead, whispering, “He wasn’t supposed to come back. I thought that line died with him.” My stomach turned. “What line?” Maria met my gaze then, her eyes filled with something like sorrow. “The Voss line. The family your father tried to erase.” I froze. “Erase?” “Colonel Loren Voss wasn’t just my lover,” she said. “He was your father’s enemy. And Damien he’s his son.”

"I knew I snatched the right person! Everyone out there says you spoil that lawless Donna rotten, but I'm the only one who knows who actually has your heart. It's her, Cecilia Romano!" Cecilia Romano. Her name was like a poisoned blade that stabbed me right in the heart. "Because of you, my men ended up dead or crippled over that shipment at the docks!" the kidnapper snarled. "Tonight, I'm going to give you a taste of what it's like to lose the love of your life!" He kicked a dagger across the floor. "Stab yourself. I might consider letting her go if you do." "No! Vito, don't!" Cecilia sobbed, crying even harder.

From that moment on, I went from his lover to his “tool.” A useful, obedient, deaf-mute tool who couldn’t spill his secrets. The door opened. Damon walked in. “Josie?” He rushed over, his brow furrowed. He was a phenomenal actor. And I was his greatest fool. “Is the baby bothering you?” He reached out to touch my face. I flinched back instinctively, like he was a venomous snake. Damon’s hand froze mid-air. His eyes filled with hurt. “What’s wrong, baby? Do I smell of sweat?”

I teased, trying to cover up for the moment. He chuckled softly. “Fair enough.” There was a brief pause between us, not exactly awkward, just… there. Then he extended his hand slightly. “I don’t think we did this properly last time,” he started and I glanced at his hand, then back at his face. “Helena, my name is Helena,” I offered and he nodded immediately. “I know,” he remarked. That caught me off guard. “You do?” I asked. “Yeah, I heard it off your friend the other day,” he said simply, then added, “I’m Davidson.”

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

I push myself up and was ready to climb my bed when the knocking starts all over again. That was it! I walk to the door, swing it open and with a threatening tone, I ask “What?” “Woah! Woah! Easy there princess, I bring no harm.” I stare at Halsey’s terrified sapphire eyes as he holds Lily, his puppy, close to his chest.