Novel & Cerita Diltangedum Novel Complete

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

Emma let out a defeated sigh but decided to wear it after not finding any other suitable option. As she stretched her hand back to open her zipper, it hit something firm, followed by a waft of warm breath, sensually caressing the nape of her neck. Fear rushed through her veins, rendering her body motionless. He's here! "Husband and wife don't hide from each other," he whispered, his voice growing huskier as their bodies drew dangerously close. She inhaled sharply, and an enticing blend of his luxurious cologne, laced with a subtle note of alcohol, enveloped her senses.

Lila’s keys slipped from her fingers again, and she muttered a soft curse under her breath as she crouched to pick them up. Her ears burned from embarrassment. Dominic was still leaning against his car, his arms crossed casually as he watched her fumble with the lock. His presence was both comforting and unnerving, a reminder of the quiet insistence that he stay until she safely entered her home.

And then what? What would she say to the press? After all,she is the wife to them. Diana couldn't sleep through the few hours left to dawn. She entered the bath tub at after five that morning and stayed there till morning, thinking it would calm her angry nerves down but it only aggravated the matter. Her thoughts even did as far as wandering off to the story she's yet to finish. The one titled Once There Was A Man. Damien turned out to be an illegitimate child in the novel.

I was growing less mad, less upset, I thought back to Nok. “No.” I whispered, ‘please Nok don’t.” he was taking my emotions slowly just because he could. I closed my eyes as a tear fell and then all at once there was nothing. Blackness would have been at least something. This was a void, it was pure emptiness. I stretched out my legs finally allowing the ruined remains of the book to fall around me. “Ashai?” I moved my eyes I see Dimitris standing next to me looking around the ground, “Are you okay?”

WELLINGTON'S POV When my eyes slowly flutter open, the first thing I see is Dahlia. She’s sitting beside the couch where I’m lying, her head bent awkwardly to one side, supported by both hands folded beneath her chin as exhaustion drags her into a restless sleep. Her hair spills over her shoulder, partly hiding her face, but I still see the faint redness around her swollen eyes. She’s been crying again. The sight twists my chest. For a long moment, I just watch her quietly, not daring to move or touch her because I know she sleeps lightly, just like me. Any slightest movement, she’ll wake up, probably pretending she wasn’t exhausted enough to collapse beside the same man she claims she doesn

“For your trouble.” He accepted the money from me. “Anytime. Good luck with whatever you are looking for.” And he left and Dante gave Sarah a wink before he exited the room. I took the papers from Sarah. “Okay, I hope he only gave us the guys. I mean, no point getting the slips of female customers,” Sarah said. Sarah and I split the papers to search separately. I read the names on my stack, trying to see if any of them rang a bell. “Tyrone Gomez,” I read. “No. Don’t recognize the name.”

So Dryzen was sent the original manuscript, and he soon discovered that Dahlia had written the story. 20. Dryzen subjects Dahlia to an interrogation so that Dahlia confesses how she wrote the book. Dahlia did not confess because she knew her grandmother's life would be in danger. So Dryzen thought about killing Dahlia because his patience was running out. Just as he was about to kill her, Dryzen showed his true form… And Dahlia was terrified. He passed out... And when he woke up, Dryzen was back to normal. When Dahlia suddenly vomits...

Damien had bought it years ago under a fake name, a secret even his father didn’t know. Or so he claimed. The air inside smelled faintly of cedar and dust. There were no windows in the back rooms, no cameras, no connections. Just silence. For the first time in days, I exhaled. Damien collapsed onto the couch, wincing. “You know, for someone who swore off revenge, you’re getting good at it.” I smiled faintly. “Guess I learned from the best.” He looked up, eyes soft. “Elara…” But whatever he was about to say was drowned by the sharp ping of my phone.