Every Moment Holy Volume 3 Novels & Stories

At twelve years old, Zevran Ilvane was already a monster in the making… But she changed everything. She betrayed him. Left him bleeding and broken. Ten years later, Zevran Ilvane is no longer a boy. He’s a cold, calculating Mafia king, and he’s been waiting. Watching. Planning. Vesper owes him a promise. And he intends to collect—With her body, Her soul, And every breath she takes. She used his love to escape him once. Now he’ll use it to break her.

On the night of the company’s event, under the influence, a chance encounter entwines the lives of Javeira Solace, an ordinary employee, and Leviticus Foster, the company’s CEO. A moment that should’ve faded into the back of their memories instead became a connection that binds them together. Now, would this connection be the start of something real… or the beginning of heartbreak.

She is the girl he’ll never forget and he is the boy she can’t remember. Eros Adler’s job is simple: kidnap the girl, bring her to the dark forest, kill her, and hide the body where no one, especially her father who is the Night Walkers Alpha, will be able to find. The reality is far different than his expectation. Getting romantically involved is not in his plans - especially not with the person you are supposed to kill. But there’s just something irresistibly powerful about Val, even if her fiery, no-nonsense personality annoys him to no end. Leave it to Eros to kidnap the Alpha’s daughter; leave it to Val to capture the criminal’s heart. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Valeriya Sinclair is blessed with a second chance: she is rebirthed and comes back to the age of twenty. This time she will protect her family and make her enemies pay their debts. But first thing first, she must convince her kidnapper to help her. But can she resist the explosive attraction between them long enough to make this union actually work? ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Book 3 of The A.R. Were World Series. Can be read as a stand-alone.

She raised her face to his. He was staring down at her with such intensity, it was like a physical touch. He stared at her, through her, right into her, and she felt her breath hitch. His gorgeous body was so solid, so strong. He was close to her and it felt so damn good; she lowered her gaze to his lips, dying to kiss him. Needing to be closer, as close as she could be. Aidan was wondering just how the hell he had ended up here: pressed up on Gabriela’s hot little body, her hands clutching him. His cock was pushed into her firm, curvy thigh, and her dark eyes were full of unspoken desire. The sight of that lust shocked him, exhilarated him. **** Gabriela Torres was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she saw something she was never meant to see. A brutal murder. Now she’s hiding at Dangerous Curves, trying to convince herself she imagined it, that the killers never noticed her. She’s wrong. They know exactly who she is... and they’re coming. When it becomes clear Gabi is being hunted, the Curves men close ranks to protect her. But no one moves faster than Aidan Carter, the tough, steady man she’s been quietly in love with for years. Aidan has wanted Gabi for three long years, and when she moves in with him, the walls finally fall. He gives her safety, devotion, and everything he has. But when the Fallen Angels MC decides loose ends must be erased, protection may not be enough. As violence drags Gabi into darkness, Aidan faces his greatest fear: that love might not be strong enough to bring her back. And losing her would destroy him.

Olivia held out a glass of water, "Nothing to worry." She took it from her and nodded. She gulped the water hard from her throat. Liam would be furious. She was aware. His anger still scared her. They all left the room. Her heart began to thud thud in her ears. She didn't lift her head to watch him. She felt him. They left the room and did not say a word. He towered over her. She kept looking at her hands, looking at the circles over the tips of her fingers. "You'll take care of yourself or abortion," She heard him.

My younger sister, Joey Crawford, and I have taken the exam 20 times in a row. Yet, our answer sheet shows the exact same answers every time. No matter how fast I complete the exam, Joey is able to turn in her paper one second before me. My homeroom teacher, Mr. Harris, has spoken with me three times regarding this matter. At the same time, I receive my first warning for cheating on the exams. Whenever my classmates see me, they say to me, "Hey, cheater! You got busted this time, huh?" The thing is, I've never even touched Joey's paper. How can our answers be exactly the same? During the college entrance exam, I suddenly awaken to the ability to see the live comments dangling in midair. "The female lead is the chosen one! It must feel amazing to have awakened the mind-reading ability and all!" "She relies on reading the side character's mind just to obtain all the answers. So what if the side character excels in her studies? Her role is to become the female lead's stepping stone to success!" It turns out that Joey has been stealing my answers by reading my mind this whole time. As I flip the exam papers over, I start singing the alphabet song mentally. "A-B-C-D-E-F-G…"

After an unfortunate incident 18 years ago, Sadie Trinity is now back in La Cuevas, to forget and move on from the past. Unfortunately, her scar on the upper part of her chest always reminds her of her dark days back then. That's why she always tend to abominate her scar and hide it from everyone. She thought it's just fine to live her life despising her scar, but not until she met Luke Harisson- the lead guitarist of the famous band in La Cuevas, together with her brother. He taught her things she have never learned before, and that is to accept and embrace her beautiful scars.

When she took his hand and pressed it between her thighs, he froze. Again, he looked at her, checking to make sure she was OK. Her hand was on top of his, her legs spread, her hips making small circles against his palm. “Baby? Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Jenny.” He took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “Completely sure?” “Yes.” She kissed him, her mouth hot and hungry. “Yes.” Chris pressed gently on her pussy, felt her incredible heat. With one finger, he found her through the material and she arched under him. Holy fuck, she’s so wet. So turned on. Oh, God, help me. **** Six years ago, Jennifer Sawyer survived something that nearly destroyed her. Now she’s rebuilt her life: successful restaurant, loyal friends, laughter reclaimed. There’s only one rule she refuses to break: no men. Not ever. Except Chris. He’s the only man she trusts… and even he’s never touched her. But when Jenny decides she’s ready to confront intimacy as part of her healing, there’s only one person she can ask. One name. One risk. Chris Brooker is a former Ranger turned mechanic, and he’s been quietly in love with Jenny since first sight. He knows her past is dark, even if he doesn’t know the details. When she asks for his help, desire collides with terror... of hurting her, of wanting too much, of losing her entirely. Step by fragile step, Jenny and Chris fight for every inch of trust and closeness. But healing changes everything. And the biggest question remains: is Jenny ready not just for touch, but for love?

In the third year of being locked up in a psychiatric hospital by Jonathan Fowler, I had already lost all of my vibrance and vitality. During a particularly harsh winter, Jonathan's new girlfriend, Charlotte Stewart, visits me in the hospital. She caresses my sunken cheek lovingly with one hand. "You must be Jon's legally-wedded wife, right?" I just stare at her in alert without saying anything. The next thing I know, Charlotte shoves me down the stairs. Her expression is already twisted into one of malice. "Everyone tells me that I'll get to marry Jonathan once you're dead, so just hurry up and die already!" I don't have any energy to fight back. After crashing onto the floor, I'm left bleeding and broken. After struggling in the operating theater for one full day, I managed to survive the ordeal. With red-rimmed eyes, Jonathan rushes into the ward and grasps my hand. "Mallory, I promise that if you agree to stay alive and not pin the crime of manslaughter on Charlotte, I can let bygones be bygones! In fact, I won't disturb you anymore for the rest of your life!" I don't have the strength to respond to Jonathan. That's when the System, which has stayed silent for a very long time, suddenly speaks in my mind. [Congratulations. You've maxed out the male lead's guilt. You may now leave this world.] I secretly let out a sigh of relief. Finally, I can go home.

Three days ago, I almost died. A birthday cake was needed for my sister, Rosa Esposito's birthday, so my dad told me to pick it up. He claimed that this was my way of making it up to Rosa for accidentally spilling coffee onto her new dress. When I was cornered in an alley by the thugs, I was in the middle of sending Rosa an apology text. They covered my mouth and dragged me into a van. That was when I heard them say, "Yup, that's her alright. That's the bitch named Rosa Esposito." I shook my head, trying to explain that I wasn't Rosa at all. But my name didn't matter at all when blows started raining down on me. That was how I spent the next three days in living hell. By the time I wake up in the hospital, my phone harbors a new family photo sent by Rosa. It features my dad, my older brother, Rafael Esposito, as well as my husband, Enzo Vitale. All three of them can be seen surrounding Rosa. When I was in the middle of getting pinned on the ground while feeling blades slashing my skin, these people were celebrating Rosa's birthday happily with her. Later on, Rosa smiles at my face. "Do you have any idea how much I hate that face of yours? I also hate how much better you are than me as well as the fact that everyone likes you more than me! "That's why I've robbed all of their love from you… be it Dad, Rafael, or your husband! You, on the other hand, deserve to be alone till the day you die!" At that moment, I've made three choices. First, I forge a miscarriage report. Next, I place a signed divorce agreement into a giftbox. Finally, I dial the number of my mentor, Sofia Bianchi. There, I agree to participate in a classified project research that will last for ten years without getting in contact with anyone. Since then, I, Valentina Esposito, have never existed in this world.