Novel & Cerita Emma Walker Bed

Hello readers!! This is the second novel in this one read! It's another series you will surely enjoy! Here it is! #CLUMSY_QUEEN #EPISODE_01 {Go Twitches Entertainment} {America, Malibu} Written by Addy Snoring away like a pig, Amelia turned to the other side of the bed, trying to ignore the annoying alarm on her drawer. She kicked crazily at the bedspread and groaned. Opening her eyes,she yawned and stretched then got out of bed.

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

Take me and do with me what you want, Lord Maddox. "Good girl," I complimented, smiling. She took me to a little room at the back. It seemed to be hers. I found it quite unbefitting for me to have sex in but I indulged her anyway. We got in and she started at first to take of her clothes. I watched her keenly, wanting to see just how exactly she thought this would be. "I am sorry, lord Kian, but this here is my bed," she said. "It is by no means as big as the one you have, but hopefully we can manage itbas she is."

Mark’s footsteps stopped right outside the bedroom door. “Emma? You in there, babe?” Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal. She was still pinned in a deep mating press, knees beside her head, pussy and ass gaping and overflowing with fresh loads of Jax and Marcus’s cum. The thick, creamy mixture was leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath her, pooling warm and sticky under her ass.

Instead his hips shifted forward just enough that the thick, heavy outline of his cock in those shorts pressed against her lower stomach. Emma’s thighs trembled. Oh my god, it’s so warm. So fucking thick. I can feel it twitching against me. She tried to step back but the washer trapped her. “Alex… the girls are right down the hall,” she whispered, voice shaking. “If they come looking—”

“It’s already stocked. Clothes, books, everything.” Arielle blinked. “Already?” “I had contingencies.” Of course he did. Emma hesitated, then tugged gently on Arielle’s sleeve. “Can you come with me?” Arielle didn’t look at Damian when she answered. “Of course.” Emma’s room was warm despite the minimalist design. Soft bedding, fairy lights tucked along the headboard, shelves lined with storybooks and puzzles. Someone, Damian, she realized, had gone out of their way to make them feel comfortable.

Some metal shelving stretched from the wall out into the center of the room a good way. The shelves were covered in empty beakers and boxes as well as bottles of chemicals and other tools. Amanda looked back over at Emma. “So how did you end up here? Did they catch you when they caught the grey wolf?” Emma shook her head. “No. I—“ She sat on one of the other chairs and fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweater. “I used to work here.” She didn’t lift her head as she said the words and she subtly shifted away from Amanda.

she didn't want to talk to me. I decided to open the door slowly. The room was dark, only the moonlight coming through the thin curtains. My eyes immediately fell on Emma in bed, asleep with our three children in her arms. The silence suddenly felt so heavy. I looked at their faces, peaceful, not knowing what was going on in my mind—regret, guilt, and the desire to fix everything.

he whimpered, using his elbow to shield his face. The hard kicks kept coming and he felt weaker. Today’s beating was worse than any other. “After this, you’ll think twice before letting me take second place on any assignment,” Alex raised his fist again—when a stone suddenly hit his back. She walked in from the end of the street, dressed in black leather pants and a jacket, combat boots echoing on the pavement. A scarf was tied around her forehead, holding her hair in place. Her presence froze the air as she approached.

“Vamoire is ready to see her.” “Alright,” he replied as his feet nears the bed. “I bet it is going to be very chaotic. This bitch does not know what she did to her. And oh, man, Vamoire is furious,” Jek added as he wakes her up. “Hey! Wake up.” He shakes Maridelle’s body. Maridelle did not bother to open her eyes nor did she uttered a word. Instead, she moved her back to face the other side of the room.