Her Eternal Mr Right Free Novels & Stories

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

Reach that euphoric frenzy kicked in To come so hard and let her soul float free "Make me… make me come ''Alexis murmured with a low gasp and Maverick flipped her to the sides. Pulled out completely and made her lip on her back. Alexis was too tired to do anything, Maverick stuffed a pillow beneath her belly, her bosom raised upwards With care he made her secure herself with her hands. Alexis complied and did as her husband directed Maverick mumbled a low curse before he entered her from behind. Alexis moaned, biting her lip at the new position. So filled and stretched.

"What the hell, Travis!" "I'll take you home when you don't want it and when you want it, Empress." "I really don't want to go home. Are you crazy?" I complained that he didn't answer. My cheeks immediately turned red when I felt his hand grab my butt to fix me on one side. "Get your fucking hand off my ass!" "Stop moving if you don't want it to go inside your skirt," Travis complained, which made me cover my mouth in embarrassment. "I will bring you home to the Philippines. You will marry me whether you like it or not."

She grabbed a handkerchief wiping it off. "I have" she mumbled and instantly, Marcus' gaze was back on her. "I …I want to ask for some… money from…" he cut her off immediately. "You'll get it." Without giving her a chance to speak, his ear pods were in his ear. Octavia sighed, averting her gaze to the street. She's in this already. She signed up for it herself. The car soon entered a giant gate before it halted and he opened the door. She got down through the next door and on raising her head, he was staring at her over the car.

Father repeated as he got closer. I gently opened the button, and clicked the usual button I clicked; a folder which was labeled 'Xn'. I usually pronounce it as 'Sin'. One of the things that drew my attention to the file. One might think it contained sexually explicit information or data but it was a different thing. It was live stuff. I saw a number chart and the numbers kept knocking off each other. Right below was a board showing the rise/fall of the total amount. The way the numbers spin on their own and knock off each seemed like two children playing for a pot which looked and sounded entertaining to me.

Musicians played, and some guests, already done with dinner, stepped onto the terrace for moonlit views of the Vegas lights. Others whispered, made side conversations, and formed secret alliances. That’s when Maya took the mic, commanding everyone’s attention. Guests on the terrace returned inside. She gave a speech about heritage, connection, and how life shapes us. “We still have to remember every moment in our past, which makes us who we are,” Maya said as the projector showed photos of football victories, music awards, drama awards, scientific research, and parties hosted by the Big Six. “My favorite is this,” Maya said as a photo of me appeared on the screen—hair in a messy bun, big gla

“I’m begging the world to help me. My wife is being hypnotized by these toxic people….especially Emma. She’s not herself anymore. If anyone out there has a heart, please advocate for us. Help me bring my Clara home. I love her more than life itself. I’ll be waiting. Always.” The video ended. The frozen frame of his fake-sad face stared back at me. “What the fuck,” I whispered. Then louder, my voice rising, “What the fuck is he trying to do?” Emma was still on speaker, her voice cracking. “Clara, it’s trending. Fuck…there are hashtags everywhere….