Novel & Cerita Free Heantia

" well, initially I thought a coldhearted man who doesn't care about anything or anyone, intimidating, Possessive, jealous, arrogant, ghetto, who kills without mercy, who takes virgins from their families as punishment for a bad debt, betrayals..." Hendrik couldn't help but burst into laughter, interrupting Freya. " Virgins?" Freya looked at him slightly, annoyed at the fact that he was laughing at her. " You're laughing really, I shouldn't have answered when you asked." She complained, shrugging slightly. Hendrik still continued laughing, " Virgins from their families? You're truly incredible ,baby." Freya noticed that Hendrik didn't realise he had called her baby and smiled, feeling good a

Heira’s pov. In the moving plane, I sat with my friend Nadine who was flipping the pages of a magazine. Oh I can’t wait to get home, I can’t wait to see mum again. It’s been more than eight months now since I left home. I closed my eyes and listened to the music “perfect” by Ed Sheeran, my head phone connected to my ears, I loved it as the plane soared in the sky. “Oh! take a look Heira, Daman got ranked as the youngest billionaire in the world” Nadine said with a tone that was almost a scream.

Gentle waves lapped against the shore while a soft sea breeze rustled the palm fronds overhead. Leila Moreau, a 26-year-old Haitian-French luxury brand heiress with smooth caramel skin, long dark curls, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private escape. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Kael “The Lion” Baptiste, the world-famous Black Haitian-American music mogul and entrepreneur, stepped onto the deck. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the mo

I decide I should at least get to know him before I assume the worst. He's probably about 6' with a great build, he has muscles but not too much. His hair is a medium brown with a slight red tint, it's just long enough to run your fingers through and grab. With a nice cleaned up beard to match. Goddess, he so gorgeous. I owe it to myself to see if he could be a decent guy. Maybe everyone was wrong, and my mate will accept me. Here goes nothing. "Hi, I'm Nova."

My breath hitched, heat creeping up my face like a highschooler talking to her crush. “I—I don’t even know your name,” I managed. It was a dumb thing to say at this moment but that was all I could think of. He straightened, but his gaze didn’t leave mine. “Atlas Cade.” My eyes widened slightly. The name sounded so familiar but I couldn't quite place where I heard it. “And you’re Freya Taylor,” he started. “Daughter of the Taylor Empire… sole heiress… and recently heartbroken.” My blood cooled instantly. “How do you know that?”

Ethan said. Maisie sneered. "I want Felicia's life. Will you give it to me?" As soon as the words were out, a coquettish voice rang out, "Who wants my life?" Maisie looked up to see Felicia Green. She wore an expensive-looking outfit and was draped in jewelry. She looked… exactly like Maisie.

My fears of betrayal, it seemed, were unfounded. Hearing my comment, Freya rolled her eyes at Mason, then turned to me with a friendly demeanor. "Now that’s impossible. I wouldn't choose someone who’s like my brother as my boyfriend. You’re my cousin-in-law, right? Hi, my name's Freya Zellwood, but you can just call me Fae." Freya’s personality seemed as sunny and charming as Mason's. Having such people around was indeed delightful. "Hi Fae, I'm Serena Hart." I smiled back.

You just made half my staff quit out of pure envy. "Let them envy," she said, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. "They should know who the real Billionaire Heiress is. "They know," Xavier whispered, his lips hovering over hers. "And soon, Elena and Tiffany will know, too.

Kiara rolled her eyes as she turned to her. “There wasn't any kind of tension, Heather. We are just friends and I'd like to keep it that way" Heather sighed. “Have you told him though that you just want to be friends with him?" Kiara shook her head. “I haven't gotten the chance yet but I'd tell him tonight" Heather reached into her bag and pulled out a black card before waving it in front of her Kiara's face with a bright smile on hers. “See what he gave me! I'm about to become the most fashionable lady in the country thanks to him. It's a good thing you have two billionaire's fighting over you because I'd always benefit" As soon as Heather said that, Kiara's mind trailed towards Zane.

I scrunched my face up and her eyes hardened at my words. The sound of a snicker escaped Prince Rhyland’s lips. “No, I’m a Princess and I will be treated as such! Rhy are you going to allow this... this… Peasant to speak to me in such a manner?!” My eyes narrowed into slits as the realization dawned on me. This must be Princess Jasmine, the woman that had gotten Eladia’s mother executed.