Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

"You didn't just win a fight Hannah. You changed the rules of the game." I corrected him "We changed them." We sat for a while watching the first stars begin to appear in the sky. The silence of the valley was a living thing, a hum that seemed to vibrate in the stones beneath us. It was a silence that demanded honesty. I thought about the girl in the orange dress the one who had scrubbed floors for Mike Miller. She was finally at peace. She wasn't a martyr anymore. She wasn't a predator. She was a woman who knew the value of the stone she sat upon.

Dexter broke the silence, trying to shield her further but with my gaze grazing against his skin, he had no choice but to step aside. “Should I come pull you myself?” She didn't wait for the next second to chime before she hurried to my side. While she fiddled with her fingers, I watched as her chest rose up and down in a quick succession. She was thoroughly terrified and for some reason, I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle with my head tilted to the side. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken out.” With a careful look at her, I saw tears rolling down her cheeks but it wasn't enough to move me.

Her hair not showing her roots and her makeup perfectly touched up. She plays the part of a docile lamb that needs to be protected perfectly. No wonder she had so many boys falling at her feet. In the mafia, we are raised to protect women, and she has perfected the art of seeming like a damsel in distress. All the while, she is completely in control and manipulating everything in her favour. "That woman has a name, and I'm sure she is currently suffering a lot more than I am with my lack of sun exposure," I say angrily.

Morgan stretched his hand to pull her in for a hug, but she shook from his grasp and yelled out three words in a determined voice. “Don't touch me!”

Grace appeared to be clueless “The Don” Ben said and almost laughed when he saw how her eyes looked like they would fall off from their socket “The Don?” She asked “I dont know what you are talking about. I have no enemy and I dont know who the Don is” she added, even if that was true, the fact that she said she didn't know the Don would make anyone raise their eyebrows, everyone knew who the Don was “Perhaps I should refresh your mind a little “ he said as he wondered why she pretended the Don hadn't just make her experience what he thought was the worst moment of her life

"Damn it, Alex! You shouldn't be here. At the very least you could call." I look at her a little amused. Then I reached for her, spun her around and pushed her up against the door. "Is this where you want me to give you a lesson on manners, you little bitch?" I pressed up hard against her ass, then reached down and grabbed her crotch hard. "No, please no, I'm sorry. You just surprised me." She gasped, almost in tears. "This was supposed to be a happy meeting, I had some great news for you. But now you've got me in a bad mood. Why, Donna?"

Donnie was the first one to greet me but I wasn’t here for her, so I didn’t pay much attention to whatever she was saying, “Young Madam is in the living room,” she informed me, and those are the only words that my mind registered. I tore off to the living room and there she was, huddled on the white leather couches with her feet tugged under her weight, watching some show on a TV. She was dressed comfortably in some Puma grey sweats and a white oversized t-shirt with black straps. Upon entering, her head turned my way and her face split into what looked like a smile. It wasn’t close to what I wanted.

There were also some printed photographs on the desk. “She has been here for weeks and she dresses this way. It must be her style and it could be why the Don is smitten with her. Besides, it’s wives that’s supposed to through the mistresses i*******m. Not the other way around”, he said and snatched her phone. “But I’m trying to get information about our man. I hate this color and this make up. No tiene más remedio que funcionar”, she said and adjusted her white dress.

he said, his voice rough, testing her. “No joke,” she replied, stepping closer still, her scent flooding his senses now—cinnamon and rose, unmistakable. “I took out Scarlett. This is my show now.” Damon’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides. “How? When?” “Doesn’t matter,” she said, waving it off like it was nothing. “What matters is I’m here, and you’re here, and we’ve got business to settle.” He didn’t like where this was going.

The coffee splatters on my nice suit. "Listen." She says. "I'm not Dani Fox. I won't let you play with me. If you mess with me, I'll shìt on you. Literally." I scowl at her as she walks like a robot to the door. "You stained my suit!" She stops at the door to turn around and look at me. "That was the plan." She winks. "Told you I'll make you take it off." Wendy is crazy. ****