Dote On You Novels & Stories

“Oh my God, Ella. You really fooled me. Thank you, Honey, you are the first to wish me happy birthday at the age of 24 this year. Thanks a lot, Dear.” I smile. “You’re welcome.” “Move your lips.” “What?” I asked, not understanding. “Move your lips, La.” I obey. I pursed my lips to approach the smartphone screen. Cup. I was surprised when Arga did the same. He kissed me through the screen. “It’s called online kissing, Baby.” I heard a strange answer from Arga. “Are you laughing?” asked Arga in surprise. “You’re so funny, Arga.” “You’re the funny one, La.”

Perchance he was testing me if I am easily scared. Then the light blinded me for seconds, hand raised on the level of my eyebrows hiding my eyes. Blinking while getting used to the sudden light. I saw him sitting on a chair, on a glass table where his feet settled, and wearing a derby shoe resting, showing the upper of the black socks. He lit the cigarette using the Zippo lighter, and the burning nicotine was in the air. I smelled it, and I grinned. A smile that someone you haven’t seen in years.

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"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

My voice was calm, but my hand trembled as it found the lock. Click. I locked it. Dead. "Linnea? What are you doing?" His voice was getting ragged, dangerous. I ignored him. Instead, I pulled out my communication crystal and called Odette. "Odette. The Lord needs you. Now." "What do you mean?" "The curse. It's happening." The other end went silent. Not even a minute later, she materialized in front of me. She was faster than I expected, her face a mask of nervous excitement.

Dad wiped my tears gently. When I got to Dad's car, I stopped short, cause there was someone else inside. "Alice, meet my right hand, Beta Noah," my dad said. Feeling awkward, I got into the car and said hello to him, "Hi, I'm Alice." Noah smiled to put me at ease, "Nice to meet you. Alpha King talks about you all the time. You look even prettier than in the photos." My dad always kept a photo of mine with him.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Carnies were shouting out to passersby, demanding they play their games. “How about that one?” I suggested, nodding my head at a game where a player had to throw darts at balloons. “I want to play!” Oliver said with excitement. I saw the look on Damion’s face and knew exactly what he was thinking—darts. Darts were sharp. “He’ll be okay. I’ll make sure he doesn’t take an eye out.” “You have to be very careful,” Damion said to Oliver. “The pointy end goes toward the balloon.”

Lucius simply blinked, offering no reaction. Violet found the rules overly sensual, but she trusted her calculator and was not too concerned. The game commenced with Kristian as the initial dealer, swiftly spinning the bottle. Violet focused on counting the spins. At Kristian's signal, she quickly tapped on her calculator. "This round's N value is four," Kristian declared. Violet's fingers raced across her calculator. "113,433." Lucius had already declared the same number before she even pressed the second digit, and the others followed.

She pointed to his face. "That was beautiful, right?" "You, this rich brat!" "Thank you so much, Deary," he said, touching his chest playfully. "What is wrong with you?" Does this brat think everything was a play for him? How dare him?! Like, "how dare he?"