Dulce Secreto Novels & Stories

Are they effin' serious! I still can't absorb, what's really happening! Not until he spill the beans. "We're already here, Dulce," ⊙.☉ I'm done, for sure. * ** ©Skies Ambrielle

Who could it be? “Come in,” he says. The door swings slowly and he looks up only to see Cath, the woman who left him high and dry two years ago. Three years ago, Uncle Gyles had been pressuring him about getting a Luna. Devilio had told his uncle that he was not interested in being with any woman. Uncle Gyles had then gone to get him a ‘Luna’ who turned out to be Catherine. She is a beautiful woman with red hair and huge boobs. The first time they made love was electric, and it could be compared to fireworks on the Fourth of July.

"That's right,munchkin. You're going to be revealed to the world at the Smithson Charity Gala. No more hiding in the shadows." ***** As Kamila sipped her steaming cup of English breakfast tea the following morning, she gave a contented sigh. Sitting there with her family, she felt a warmth spreading through her chest that she hadn't experienced in far too long. Suddenly, Luca's eyes grew wide, and he let out a sharp gasp, his gaze fixed on the screen of his smartphone. "What the-?" All eyes turned to him, the table falling silent as the family members exchanged puzzled glances.

I caught it when the nurse was talking to me when her doctor said her name to one of the nurses. That was the last time I ever saw her. I fell for her. I kept looking for her for days. I used the small information I know about her, which is her name Juial. It was the day I met her at the ball when she walked down the stairs I ran to her side and I gave her my hand and she took it once she took it she's mine, mine and no one else. I danced with her and she was happy.

A boy friend held her cold hand. “Grazie mille, guys! I love all of you! Then excuse me again, I need to eat, I'm really starving." Bianca walked away from her friends and went to one of the waitresses to bring her red crab soup and orange juice. “Here, Principessa, freshly red crab soup, we cook it on site and special orange juice for you!” The maid looked down at Bianca and left. Bianca looked at her surroundings before standing up with the soup, “Now... or never ...” she muttered under her breath.

He asked in a soft sensual voice, almost taking her back to the bliss they were in only but a few seconds ago but she knew better than to try to seduce him now. “Or scared because you realized that you just gave up your body for nothing?” he continued in the same voice and leaned down and kissed her slightly opened lips, leaning back, his eyes were closed, “it was fun while it lasted,” he looked down at her bare chest before him and licked his lips, “Ah, dulce, y usted fue muy divertido. Es una pena que toda esta dulzura tiene que ser comido por los gusanos ahora,” he replied and shook his head softly, “Ah sweet, and you were so much fun. It’s a shame all these sweetness has to be eaten by w

Dolce inquired, her lips quivering again. “Jealousy, Mrs Mendez, I’m talking about jealousy. Selina is far younger than you and she was about to get married to a very handsome and famous man, while you were still single unable to snag a man for yourself.” Dolce looked up at him with wide eyes. Looks like he had hit a spot. She began to bite her thumb as beads of sweat began to roll down her face. “I w-was never jealous of her, h-how could I-I be?” She stuttered.

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

Calla started, her voice trembling. He cut her off with a low command: “Open the box.” Her heart raced as she reached for the sleek, ribbon-tied gift box he had handed to her earlier. With careful fingers, she lifted the lid. Her breath caught. A gun. Black, polished, gleaming under the light. On its barrel, etched delicately, were Spanish words: “Dulce Muerte.” “What does it mean?” she whispered. Killian bent down, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was a husky whisper. “Sweet Death.”

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you once again. See y'all in the next update.