Davy Jones Lover Novels & Stories

Cercy " Jealous.. " he gives me an ironic smile.." You know what.... maybe I am. I am jealous of you Cercy... I don't want another man touching you. Looking at you. Loving you... Does that change anything for you? " " I don't want others to think that one day you might be theirs. I wanna eat that thirst away from them.., cause once I've laid a hand on you... No other much can touch you. Ever again. "

"I will find your daughter but if I find out she is with another man. I promise you, I will kill her myself! Dare me!" " You! You will kill my daughter? You dare not!" Dylan smirked " Really?" " Yes! You dare not touch my daughter!" Dylan walked closer to Mr Jones with an imitating aura and a mocking smile " You dare talk to me this way is all because of my love for your daughter. But if I find her with another man~" He laughed slightly and moved closer again " I will kill her and destroy your whole family. No one can have her because she belongs to me and me alone! Bianca can only be mine!"

How could she, his ex, the girl he had loved for five years, now belong to his enemy? The anger bubbled inside him. The humiliation. Not for himself, but for the *situation*. How had David Jones gotten to her before him? How had his enemy—this man he had destroyed years ago and thought would never rise again—taken her hand, married her, made her his wife?

He face-palmed, lifting his head to look at the kitchen door when it creaked. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Daisy came over after Draven left; Draven's mom sent her to bring cookies for me." I held in a laugh when his eyes widened before he masked his expression with a blank one. "Have you come to bore the luna with your boring sexual stories?" Daisy asked as she placed the tray of cookies on the table, pushing Jones feet over the edge. She wore a simple body-con dress that reached to the middle of her thighs. It had a v-neck that gave a glimpse of her boobs, and I didn't miss Jones eyes drifting to her chest as she bent to place the tray.

He sure is a womanizer but, Doris seemed cursed with it. Jayden would swear it wasn’t Loverina and, that’s not because he trusted her but, he had seen Doris getting out of a passage, sweating furiously an hour ago. And soon after, he saw one of the maids coming out as well. Loverina was his woman. Her body is his. If it had been her, he would surely kill Doris at the spot. Moreover, Loverina wouldn’t dare. ‘What about if it’s their game?’ Jayden couldn’t help thinking if she was actually after her husband’s lover or wants to attack Loverina. Maybe she now works with Margaret to frustrate him.

That year, she was cured by Telly Smith, so she liked his passion and wanted the whole person to stick to him. 'Then why do you like me?' Jones Davis is a little shy. After all, he was also a secret admirer, and he also wanted to know what it was like to be secretly loved. Of course, there are many people who secretly love her, but she thinks that these people are not as good as Hugo James. And ... 'Why, you don't think you can hold me because you know these things?' Hugo James suddenly realized what she was trying to do, and asked in her ear, gnashing her teeth.

But what should I do with Davy? I have to make him understand that Ms. Das is out of his league. Ms. Porishma Das is not like one of his flings. Dave's eyes show some emotions that I am trying to read. I think he loves her but at the same time, he doesn't want to involve his heart in this matter also. Hmmmm interesting. My Demonic brain starts popping ideas to make monsters mad. Davis thinks that he only wants to sleep with her but I know that it's more than that and this idiot has no idea about it.

Evelyn hunter "Evelyn, it has been years, and you are still as beautiful as ever." Jayer complimented her, hugging her. They have known each other since they were young and were known lovers during that time. It so happened she dumped him for Patrick Hunter back then, and he found a beautiful jewel instead. Miriam. She was the best he could have So that's why Miriam hated her.

Ava’s POV The soft hum of conversation mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as rain pattered gently against the windows. Warm light spilled from vintage lamps, casting a cozy glow over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs. On the wall hung two beautiful clocks—"The Perfect Lovers," as they were affectionately called. They always moved in perfect synchronization, their hands dancing together in harmony. Watching them, I couldn't help but imaged my future lover. It was a night like any other in the quaint coffee shop, until a regular customer walked in.

That had happened more than he cared to admit. A girl appeared from within, smoke swirling about her as she stood just outside the door. Malik’s breath hitched. Emerald eyes flashing in the soft moonlight, he watched the shiver that ran down her spine. She wore no cloak. It was clear from the way she dressed that she was no whore. She showed no inch of flesh save the sliver of exposed throat that peeked from beneath her collar. The raven haired vixen refused to look any of the men in the eye. Her gaze remained steadily focused downwards as she took a cautious step forward. Malik finally noticed the throng of both men and women that had gathered at the steps.