Desperado Book Novels & Stories

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

Then he began to move. His thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one dragging over a spot inside her that made her whimper. The desk creaked in protest. He braced one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip, holding her in place as he drove into her, again and again. This was possession. This was frenzy. It was everything her carefully curated life was not—messy, loud, desperate, and real.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

She felt like a prisoner in a golden cage, her every move watched by Melinda or one of Aldo’s men. Her brain kept returning to Aldo’s words from the night of the attack: you're a party to the game now. She couldn't figure out what he was saying. What role did she play and what game was he talking about? While roaming, she came across a library, the room was filled with books from floor to ceiling, it was every girl's dream. She ran her fingers over them, inhaling the smell of leather and paper which was soothing. This was her life before the shit show. Halting on a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, she pulled it out and flipped through the pages.

It was clear he couldn't care less about his manners. "That's right! I'm the one who killed that girl!" he snarled. "She caused me to rot in prison for two years! I'm nothing once I'm out… I lost my job, and even my wife ran away! I want to drag her down to hell with me!" "Do you remember the victim's name?" the officer pressed.

“Come on! It’s not like he wants to do that he is heartbroken right now. He needs something to escape from his own mind. I can’t ask him for my money now.” Babi made a face like she wanted to barf “have you always been that stupid?” “Calm down darling. We should continue with our assignment.” “Ok so I pulled out some of the content from online. I want you to take a look at them and tell me which one is most relevant” “Ok señora” “Stupid” They started working on their assignment slowly and steadily. Babi was comfortable in Josh’s like her own. She has been here millions of times and sometimes stayed here when her father was not in town.

He held two glasses of wine. He walked over and handed her one. He sat on the arm of her chair, his presence a warm, solid weight against her shoulder. "What are you reading?" Cyprian asked, glancing at the black book in her lap. Vespera closed the book. She ran her hand over the silver title. "Our story," Vespera said softly. Cyprian raised an eyebrow. "Is it a tragedy or a comedy?" "It started as a tragedy," Vespera said. "Then it became a thriller. And I think..." she looked up at him, her mismatched eyes shining in the lamplight. "I think it ended as a romance."

Caspian asked me while we swayed to the new melody playing. "Olivia Stephenson," I replied, and he smiled at me warmly. "What a beautiful name. Your beauty is exquisite." He said, and I thanked him. "Are you dating Beta Paul?" he asked me, and I shook my head. He beamed at me, and it made me nervous. I did not like his countenance. He was a handsome man. Grey eyes, dark hair, pronounced jawline, thick eyebrows, sharp piercing eyes, commanding lips and neatly shaven beard. He was a very handsome man, but I knew he wasn't a nice person. He did nothing for his people. He let the poor starve. The margin between the rich and the poor in Geneva was wide, and I doubted he cared about it. I could se

With a quick prayer to God for help, Louisa kneed him in the groin as hard as she could and took of running. "YOU BITCH!!! JUST LET ME GET YOU! I'D KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!" he roared in pain. "HELP!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" Louisa screamed as she ran, the corridor-like area was all of a suddenly empty, she could have sworn there were people around, though far away. Now there was no one. She risked a glance behind her, the creep was quickly gaining in on her and her heart almost shredded to pieces with despair. There was no saying what he would do when he caught up with her and she wasn't going to let that happen too. She bumped into someone all of a sudden causing her to come to a hal