Five Nights With 39 Novels & Stories

He restrained himself from waking her up for another round. Ryo’s lips stretched to a smile. It’s almost sunrise, and they barely had a sleep. He missed her so much; he did not let her go until they were both spent. His hands felt his phone on the bedside table and tapped on his calendar. He’s free for the rest of the week except for today. He groaned as he looked at what’s slated for the day. They are all important. He’s got a fan meeting and a tv show in the morning, then a talk show guesting in the afternoon. In the evening, he needed to attend the launch party of his upcoming movie. “Ugh!”

My nails dug into my palms. Five years. For five years, I was just a pawn in his game. I trembled as I turned to leave, but I accidentally bumped into a glass door. In the reflection, I saw what was happening inside the banquet hall. Sienna was sitting on Orion’s lap, her slender fingers tracing his jawline. “You’re terrible,” she purred, tracing his jaw. “And you know I’m generous enough not to mind your little collection of women.” “Orion,” she tugged on his tie, forcing him to look up, her voice a hot, challenging whisper. “Be honest. Me or her? Who makes you crazier in bed?”

The ones who had touched their ear followed suit. By then, I roughly understood that those gestures were signals for whether to play or fold. The more people that stayed in the round, the higher the payout would climb. When it was my turn, I played right into their trap and pretended to get cocky. "I'm in, too." The cups went up, revealing that Lawrence had rolled four fives. His four of a kind beat me by a hair. But how exactly were they doing it?

She told me, "Ariana, Ariana! That bastard has finally been arrested for all the terrible things he's done! I knew he'd be targeted after all that commotion last time. His company was found to have problems with its products, and someone took the opportunity to frame him. He's in jail now!" A melodramatic TV show played in the background. I smiled and asked, "Seriously?" "Dead serious!" Cecilia excitedly sent me a link. I opened it and saw the news of Terence's arrest. "The Bowen family has fallen. He probably won't have many good days left. His 'buddies' are waiting for him inside!" I hummed in agreement as I scrolled and saw a picture of Terence with a shaved head. Wearing a mask, he looke

-Maddox. What the hell is this? I set the notebook down gently on the counter, picking up the thick stack of paper and rummaging through it. At first I see words like ‘she shall commit to the decisions made by the council blah blah blah blah’ but at one certain piece of paper, I pull it out completely and see that it says: I WILLOW ARCHFIEND WILL HEREBY COMMIT TO THE PROCREATING OF A NEW HEIR EACH NIGHT BY THE KING OF NIRTAVILLE WITH NO QUESTIONS ASKED FOR NOW ON

Forever. Sienna recovered slowly. Her body exhausted. Pushed to its limits. But healing. Six weeks later, they were starting to find a rhythm. Not quite surviving. But managing. Sienna was in the nursery. Feeding Isabela. Dante with Elena. Both babies content. Quiet. For the moment. "I can't believe we have five kids," Sienna said. "Five. How did this happen?" "Well, when two people love each other very much..." "Don't. I know how it happened. I'm just still processing that we did it five times."

That's your future daughter-in-law who might even give you five grandchildren, so give it to her instead. Greta glanced at me, her gaze filled with unfiltered disdain as she saw me in my plain one-piece dress. "Girlfriend? That's nothing more than a little assistant in Sam's company. Gosh, so young yet so shameless… Did you know that she had babies before marriage, and they ended up being five stillbirths? Honestly, I'd say she deserved it. "Back in my day, a woman like her would have been stoned for being so shameless! She's a far cry from a self-loving girl like yourself, Nicole.

Claire Spencer moved in too, staying with them under the title of Adrian’s cousin. After they got together, Zoey treated Adrian with nothing but care—always attentive, always saying yes. Slowly, Adrian started to warm up. He wasn’t cold anymore. He even began responding to her on his own. Zoey thought she was getting close. That the contract would be fulfilled any day now. But what she didn't expect... was that in the next ninety-three chances, not once did Adrian choose her over Claire. On the ninety-third attempt, Claire bought a bottle of acid—and tried to throw it in Zoey's face.