Desperado Book Novels & Stories

And then Dad brought in Dolores and then he died. It’s like I keep losing the people who are important to me. I know the police found him with needle marks and drugs in his system. They called it a suicide and then later a mugging gone wrong. I could never figure out which story they wanted to stick to. But the main thing was that they refused to solve it. Like my dad didn’t matter. I stare at the walls of the trailer, my heart heavy. I thought I would feel better coming back here but all I feel is this dark despair of loneliness. There is nothing here for me. There is no one here for me, waiting for me.

No one knew where he was and his numbers were all switched off. John was worried, about himself and then his daughter. Richard didn't seem to like the fact that he had waited for Charlene for so many years, yet she had not been given to him. And now that Charlene was suddenly asking after him, John Hayford wondered if the mating bond had kicked in for her. ********** "John Hayford?" Calvin asked in shock. It had taken a while for everyone to recover from the shock. The Pentagon had just talked about John that afternoon and the beta wolves of the Eastern Pack knew the man as one of the wealthiest in the city.

He inquired in a loud voice. “Rita came up with the plan for me to get pregnant for another man and make you take responsibility for the baby. After so much pressure, I obliged. But on getting to the hotel room, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t digest the fact that another man was going to sleep with me. It began to irritate me so much and I told the bastard Jerry that the deal was over. I paid him his fucking money and decided to leave.

***** Stepping out of the BMW, Kara sighed in happiness as the coldness of the dark, silent jungle hit her naked arms. The darkness had covered the sky. Gnarled trees hung low over the baronial church, creaking ominously in the howling winds. The heavy oak doors, that were kind of broke fell open, echoing around the empty church. The moonlight shone through the heavily cracked stained-glass windows, casting an eerie glow onto the dusty alter.

There's a suffocating silence in the house, and I'm happy to let it keep on existing but again… I hardly ever get what I want. I'm reading one of my books, the one where the Alpha doesn't resent his wife and where he doesn't seem repulsed by the sight of her I'm right at the part after kisses and well detailed foreplay, the part where they fuck and hold each other all through the night, when I hear the rough purr of a familiar engine. Only one person has a truck that makes a sound like a demon possessed wolf growling. I'm out of my seat in a second, book forgotten on the windowsill and all thoughts of sex with a loving alpha out of my mind.

"Do you know what to call a slap that lands on your face? It's called a slap for a desperate." "Desperate, my ass. On the two of us, you're the desperate one. Desperate to make Denver fall in love with you no matter how many times he turns his back on you. Do you know where Denver goes after he turns his back on you? To me, Sandra. To me, because he deserves me better that you." "Oh, really?" Madame Madelle said then laugh afterwards. 'Ah, I might high blood.' "You too." Abby look at her. "After you couldn't attract my uncle, you attracted Anthony. Because you're desperate to make money. How come you were just a mustard seller outside the mall then."

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

What does a man without a job usually do in the morning? Lazing in front of the house while enjoying a cup of coffee that is still steaming thin. The cold morning air lulled him along with the sound of rustling leaves that fell and littered his yard. But he couldn't really relax in this sitution. He had to think of something for his plan to take revenge on the judge. The last attempt to harm the judge had failed. Still he credited himself for sneaking into the hospital and creating such a mess that the bitch shuddered on the floor. At least it made his heart a little satisfied even though he failed to kill the judge. He thought that now his ambition had escalated from wanting to hurt the jud

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

" Lorenzo struggled to rise up to his feet and kept falling because he was too dizzy. Before he knew what was going on, he felt the man grab his two hands and began dragging him on the floor which was even worst, because the man didn't care if he hit his body or any object or any it. As they moved further, his skin rubber with some sharp surfaces, leaving bruises on his body. "This is you first punishment." "I'm sorry!" Lorenzo apologized, moaning in pains and wished for the man to stop, but it seemed like the more he apologized, the more aggressive he got. Meanwhile George had just instructed his men to put Jessica in the dark room until she is ready to change her mind and get married to hi