Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

She was the principal's daughter, after all. On one hand, she was confident that she'd get into Lycanshire University, a prestigious college for high-ranking werewolves. She wanted people to witness her success. On the other hand, she couldn't wait to see me—the nerd who'd always been one step ahead of her—fail miserably. She and Raymond had planned my downfall, but just like how a murderer always returned to their crime scene, she wanted to be there in person to watch how I'd react after seeing her succeed.

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

She inched a bit closer so as to grab a more precise view of him showering but at the same time she kept on glancing back at the door to make sure that no one was coming in, because she would literally die of embarrassment if anyone walks in on her doing this. She tilted her phone a bit more and angled it closer to the open part of the shower door but that was a very wrong move because she lost her balance. She was about to fall forward and so to prevent that, she grabbed the handle for support, swinging the door open. An hour ago, Quisito received a call from one of his men saying that there has been an attack on the family of one of his work partners. Thankfully the mother and her child mi

"And you need to actually protect him, not just use him." "I am protecting him." "Are you? Or are you protecting your investment?" Her gaze was sharp. "Because there's a difference, Dante Moretti." Alessandro squeezed my hand. "He's protecting me. I believe that." "Then don't make me regret leaving my bakery for this mess." But she smiled. "Now, who's hungry? You both look half-starved.” She’s barely been here. I mean, she arrived, what… thirty minutes ago? And she’s already made something?

"He doesn't have to. Besides he says he has nothing to apologize for and doesn't care what they say." Her eyes narrowed as if to say, "You should do that." "If we both don't care, we'll be called shameless," I grumbled, glancing at the current video playing on my screen. Someone had last year's number 19 in the summer collection of Donovan's Industries, and she was ripping it! The lovely red dress slowly tore to shreds under her stupid scissors. "Cancel him! Cancel Donovan Industries! Cancel the bloody pervert!" She screamed. "You're a crazy bitch!" I screamed back, ready to type it in the comments when Megan plucked my phone out of my hands.

David's chest thumped with anger, and he raised his hand as if to hit her. Tears rimmed Naomi's reddened eyes, making her look utterly pitiful. She threw herself against David, clutching him desperately. "David! I'm sorry! I really messed up! Please forgive me! I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise!" David teetered on the edge of rage, and Naomi's words almost tipped him over. Just as he reached to push her aside, a woman lunged in, yanking Naomi down by the hair and raining blows on her. "You little slut! How dare you touch my husband? You'll pay for this! I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me!"

“Never ever try to talk to her again.” “I—” I gripped his collar and brought him closer. “If you or the Swansons ever come anywhere near her again, I’ll ruin your lives.” “Please…” He ducked when I raised my fist again. “We’re over. I didn’t know she’s with you now.” Coward. “I was just trying to help––” “She doesn’t need your help.” I shoved him and turned away to unlock the door. “No. You don’t understand. There are things you don’t know yet. She isn’t who you think she is.”

He looked at her to see if she was lying, he was waiting for any subtle change in her facial expression to give her away but there was none. "I do not know how I got here because I just wanted to run away ...and I won't say anything if I could just leave," she pleaded. He looked at her from the bruises on her body he could tell she was being abused. He pitied her , who knows how long she had been going through this. One of the rules her was never to hit a woman (depends on the woman though) especially for no reason, if you did you would get killed. "Well that is enough for now, if I were you I would get used to being here because if the Don spares you get used to working as a maid because yo

Learn how to move like a Moretti. His voice still echoed in her ears. She wanted to dismiss it as just another power move, another game in his endless cycle of dominance—but it hadn’t felt like one. For once, he hadn’t looked at her like a trophy. He’d looked at her like a woman who mattered. A woman he couldn’t afford to lose. Still, she couldn’t allow herself to be drawn in. Not now. When the knock came on her door, she was already dressed in leggings and a fitted top—comfort over luxury. No one had told her what training with the don would look like, but she had a feeling heels and diamonds weren’t on the agenda.

But the thought of him even looking at her, touching her in a way only I should, made my blood boil. I can let him have his way with anything, but not her. Not until I was done with her. "I will take care of it." "Surely, you don't plan on fighting the Don?" He raised an eyebrow, and as if realising something, he said, "Jesus christ, you are in deep." I wasn't planning on fighting the Don. I wasn't about to break my rules for a woman. I would just make sure he never found out about her.