Fortune Lover Novels & Stories

“He… he doesn’t love me. He loves someone else.” ‎ ‎Claire’s breath caught. She blinked, stunned for a second, then quickly joined Cleo on the couch. She placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder, her expression softening as she saw the pain etched in every inch of Cleo’s face. ‎ ‎“Really?” she said gently, her voice full of compassion. “Oh, Cleo… don’t cry. If he broke your heart like that, then he never deserved it in the first place.” ‎

She questioned with her hands on her chin as she stared at me in a kind of inquisitive manner. “When love locates you, you don't even need to pull strings.” I stated and though that wasn't really true,I wasn't about to tell her that my marriage with Arthur was arranged as that would only make her feel like all the damned theories that were brewing up in her head was actually true.

She said. "Because you, my love, are such a temptress." Charlotte laughed, not understanding fully what he meant. She had her breast fully pressing on his chest and that was giving him wild ideas. He was fighting the urge to take her right there and then but she was so oblivious to it. He smiled at the situation before kissing her forehead. "I love you Charlotte. I love you very much." "I love you too Lucas." Soon, she fell asleep in his arms. Prince Lucas played with her hair as she slept.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

I hiss. She has the courtesy to look a little remorseful, “I know I'm sorry but are you freaking serious? Grant Rupert as in tall hot Irish guy who happens to be your husband's arch enemy? Do you realize how many women would give up their weekly Botox injections to be with that man? How did you score him and why am I just now hearing about this. Wait, you're in love? What about him, does he return those feelings?” She finally breathes. She waves her hand at me while she takes a large swig of her ice water.

I said while waving my hand, embarrassed to face the young man with his hard body exposed to me. "My name is Marcus. For the sake of saving my life I vow my whole life to protect you." I gasped, did I save anyone? "... it doesn't have to be... you saved me earlier... it's not worth it." I'm getting more and more confused, this guy doesn't need to follow me all my life, right? "He belongs to the bloodline of the purebred wolf, if he is saved by someone, the family of the wolf shall follow as master. Ah, I'm Joanna Clinton, you can call me Joan."

Something is clearly bothering you. Rose: Thanks, love? Excuse me? And no, I am absolutely perfectly fine. Nothing is bothering me. Skylar: Oh! come on, stop the cap and tell me what the matter really is. Rose: You really want to know? Fine. You introduced me to that so-called friend Lindiwe as just the friend Rose. Like what am I to you? Just Rose, your friend? We had sex, I'm so fucking stupid! So what am I to you just a sneaky link? Or a one-night stand? You are the first person I ever made love to.

Their, conversation was interrupted by me so they look at me. I raise my eyebrow as I look at the girl. "Sorry for disturbing you, I just got bored so I invite Loreane here" Sylvester spoke My eye's widened, she's Loreane? I thought it was my friend? I gather my strength and smile. "Hello, I'm Asheryl, Sylvester's fiancee " I say looking at the girl's eyes "Asheryl, stop it. I still can't remember you so don't push yourself over me that you are my fiancee cause I only have one fiancee " Sylvester

He said, jeering at me. "Ava will realize soon that killing you is the only way to free herself from the shackles of the false love you claim to have for her," I replied, and he laughed. "Need I remind you that it's hard to be free when I start being manipulative? Delilah fell for it. That's why she never judged me when I took a feast from the crescents." He said, smiling devilishly. I was beginning to think he was the devil himself. "I knew Delilah was being manipulated. Your love from the start was fake. You claimed to love her so as to be close to the pack. You only showed affection when she had Ava and that affection died when the prophecy came." I said, everything finally coming to me.

Her plans today were to contact her own lover and talk about their lovely plans for the near future. Lucia Hocks, leader of the Blood Traitor’s Network, was Tatiana’s lover and to Tatiana, they were fated mates. Perfect in every way. Even their goals in life lined up. Lucia made Tatiana feel like she was already the empress and Lucia was her consort.