Deep Six Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter – 0004 AIDEN "What’s that?" Noah plods down the stairs, his steps heavy. Being a six-four, two-hundred-and thirty-pound safety, he looks out of place in this historic house. Actually, both of us are fucking out of place in this house, but Noah is a savant when it comes to real estate – actually, he’s a savant when it comes to most things financial and political and generally nerdy. Not what you’d expect from a football player. He bought this place as an investment property because he said it was a steal and he was tired of living in the neighborhood we were both living in where most of the pro players in town are.

I saw the comments calling me out, and I hear you. From now on, I promise daily updates. I want to give you the consistency you deserve and bring back the excitement we had together!!! The next chapter, we are beginning with Book three: Before Hazel, the prequel to The Double Life of My Hot Secretary, so we can enjoy some happier moments before returning to the Daddy’s Money universe. That return will be Book four: After Eve, the official sequel, where you will see shocking revelations and exclusive moments from Eve and Adam’s life that you have never seen before. Thank you for your patience. I truly love and appreciate every one of you.

Cabin fever made my skin itch, and hours on the clock ticked by in slow, repetitive succession. Purgatory. Trapped in an endless cycle of rinse, repeat boredom. Unlike the last hotel, Six never left. All business was conducted on either his laptop or phone. There seemed to be a lot of waiting in the killing game. Once the last sip was gone from my glass, I set it down and stood up, stripping off my lounge pants and sweatshirt on my way to the bed. I burrowed under the covers and shortly thereafter, Six did the same. His right arm became my pillow, as it was every night, while his left wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him.

Ah, I want to go. Huh, Meredith, I know you must be tired of hearing this news. I closed it :( ____ ¥ ____ ¥ _____ Ayden could feel the feeling of despair, which the girl showed in this book. A year passed, but this guy's guts still shrank. He didn't dare to read it all. When seeing Cheryl complaining, it felt like his body was washed by one drum of ice water. Guilt and regret hit hard. "Where do I suppose you are?" The man looked away from the book, saw an angel enter the room. Only wear a faded pink baby doll with a smooth fabric and shorts above the knee.

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

He held still while I adjusted to him, the pain slowly ebbing away. “You can move now.” Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, he slowly began to move. I winced a bit at the lingering pain before the pleasure started to take over. I started to move my hips, meeting his movement. Soon, our skins were slapping against each other while moans of pleasure left my lips. I felt the pressure building again before another orgasm crashed over me. Before I was able to recover from that orgasm, he flipped me over without pulling out, so I was on all fours. This felt so much deeper, and I knew it would be my favorite position. His hands held my hips as our bodies moved in tandem together. Just as another

His familiar voice and handwriting triggered a wave of memories, dredging up the trauma of my father's death and the events that followed. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this man than met the eye. His nonchalant demeanor and cryptic remarks only fueled my suspicions further. Was he somehow involved in my father's murder? And if so, what was his connection to the Forte company? As I made my way out of the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. Time was of the essence, and I needed to uncover the truth before it was too late. But first, I needed to gather more information and piece together the puzzle that lay before me.

The loss of that fullness was sudden and jarring, leaving me feeling empty for a split second before Divine quickly moved to take Michael’s place between my legs. He didn't wait for any preamble; he just thrust in deep, shocking me with the sudden invasion. It was easy for him to thrust since I was still slick with Michael’s release and my own arousal. Divine fucked me harder than Michael had, his strokes long and deep, his hips slapping against my skin with a ferocity that made me gasp. His hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingernails digging into my flesh, but his eyes never left mine. He watched me, drinking in every expression of pleasure on my face.

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect with elites, and the rich grow richer.” RECAP: Marlene knows her family’s dark secrets—and that Ethan might be playing a dangerous game with her. ♠️ ETHAN ♠️ After my encounter with Marlene, I knew I was diving headfirst into a mess I wouldn’t easily get out of. Something told me this wouldn’t be simple—and I was right. It wasn’t just Marlene. Caspian could have ended me in an instant, yet he let me go, simply to warn me. That alone made me wary.