Galapagos Affair Book Novels & Stories

"Is that okay with you?" She was stunned into stillness. I saw it in the parting of her lips, the dilation of her pupils, the way her hand found my face as if drawn by magnetic force. She was remembering too. Paris. The consent that had been its own aphrodisiac. The way I had trembled against her, not from fear but from the overwhelming rightness of being chosen, being wanted, being seen.

Philip called out but we were to be bickering soon my leg hit a string and Constance and I had been caught in another trap this time it was a net that suspended us both in the air. We struggled to get out with our claws but the more we struggled, a bell attached to the ropes rang. " Quite struggling it won't help" Philip instructed I saw Phillip flee. I wondered what manner of cowardice he suddenly possessed. “ Can you imagine that dawt of a diva just bailed on us?" I said out loud with disappointment in my tone. “I think he saw the barbarians and fled" Constance defended “ What barbarians? Oh…” I finally saw why Philip had fled.

Andrew’s place felt human. “It feels good to sit somewhere normal,” I admitted, glancing around. Andrew flopped down beside me. “Normal is overrated, but I get what you mean.” He grabbed a bottle of sparkling water. “So. Tell me everything. How is life with the tiny princess? Still alive?” “Barely,” I said, laughing. “Sophia is wonderful, but she is exhausting. And Matteo is… complicated.” Andrew’s brow lifted. “Complicated how? Dangerous complicated? Emotionally unavailable complicated? Secretly soft but pretending not to be complicated?”

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

Chapter Will was just coming out of the board meeting, holding a file in his hand as his assistant rushed after him. “Sorry, sir, I forgot to remind you about the project with Brazil!” Will stopped in his tracks, stunned as he looked at his assistant, realizing he still had to travel. “And how come I’m just hearing about this now?” “I apologize, sir. You’ve been so busy with the launch of Mr. Buckley’s new book that I thought there would be time to notify you.”

They walked to a spot where no one else could hear them. “That leech! Mr. Corrigan really had an affair with Ariza!” Iris blurted out. “Really?” Emerald responded, her curiosity piqued. “Yes! Ariza went to see him yesterday. Gio told me he saw her. But he also said Mr. Corrigan didn’t meet her alone. Apparently, Corrigan’s looking for a mother for his kids now,” Iris explained.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. She sprang to her feet and bolted out like a whirlwind. … Gasping for breath, Fiona made her way to the check-in counter at the airport. "Could you check the flights to Germovia today? Is Logan Grant on the passenger list?" The staff member looked at the anxious Fiona with a puzzled expression. "Ma'am, I'm afraid the chartered flight for Quantum Group departed half an hour ago." Fiona's knees gave way, and she crumpled to the floor.

He wanted to strangle her with his own hands, offer her up as penance for the life she'd taken. But business came first. Their families were still tied together in joint ventures. He couldn't afford a scandal. So Reece, crushed with guilt, requested a transfer to the polar regions—research and development for new energy. A place cold enough that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to see my eyes again in his mind. But then Erica found her way back to him. Furious, he lashed out at the friend who had brought her, cursing him out in public. He couldn't kill Erica, no. But he decided he would make her suffer—at least that much.

he said clearing his throat. "So why are you looking at me through the mirror, I can see you, you know that right?" I said raising my brows. "I'm sorry for staring Mrs Martinez" he apologized. He kept his eyes on the road this time and I tool the time to checked him out. He's very muscular and handsome. Latoya you are married remember that and you can't have an affair, your husband will kill you. He's a jealous and very ignorant Mexican so be careful what you're thinking. My inner self blurt out at me which slapped me to my senses and I stop staring. Carlos would definitely kill me if I cheat on him.

For a split second, my heart warmed at the thought of having kids around me. But in the next second, I shook my head, discarding that thought. I had a beautiful mate already and she was all I needed. "What do you think?" Daciana said to me, snorting. She had a degrading look in her eyes, as she looked at me. But then I did not mind, I just wanted her to answer my question. "Answer the fucking question." I said, as a deep growl resounded from my chest. At this point, I noticed my wolf was too calm and it was like I had lost connection with it ever since Daciana arrived.