Her Eternal Mr Right Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted him to pay for his sins. Present Day Eva watched me, her expression unreadable. “So now that I am useless to you, what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice laced with bitterness. I smirked. “You might not be useful to me anymore, but someone else is.” Eva’s brows furrowed. “Who?” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “The person who turned Mr. Right into Mr. Wrong.” Eva’s eyes darkened with intrigue. “Who?”

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If it wasn't Anne you married, you would've divorced the moment I returned, right? Anne's heart sank. Felicia knew who she was? That meant she had not lost her memory at all. … Connor's body burned with heat. Someone was kissing him. Was it Anne? The scorching kisses continued. Connor pinned the person beneath him. Through his hazy consciousness, he opened his eyes and murmured, "Anne." All three froze. When Connor saw Felicia beneath him, his face turned pale as he hurriedly got off the bed. "Why is it you?"

I can’t help but let out a laugh. “Oh, such welcoming words. I am a man of my word Athena. You should know that more than anyone else. Imelda is my mate. Though I do not have the same connections as a Werewolf or Fae I am of demon blood, I may not have a soul, but I can choose who I am to be paired with for the rest of eternity. I will treat her with kindness. I will give her whatever she desires.” I smile at her, turning my gaze to Erik. His knuckles are white as he holds onto the arms of his throne. I know him. He is caught in a difficult position.

This was my very first debut to the public and I can not help but to feel utterly nervous, especially when I do not know who to mingle with. “Miss Blair of Campbell House!” The court announcer bellowed, making the other people face over the stairs where a young curved lady with an emerald gown entered the ballroom. Behind her were two young men who had the same stance, red hair and an oddly same face. Before I could even comprehend who they were, the announcer already spoke and introduced Finn and Franklin Quinn, heirs to the Quinn fortune.

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I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad. As soon as I place the last digit, I hear a click and I turn around. A part of the wall near the TV has protruded and it now looks like a door. I rush off the bed and I hurriedly make my way into the opened wall that looks like a door. As soon as I enter, I hear a strange deep voice. “She’s in here!”

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END

Whiles she sailed through her vindictive walk of thoughts he also had his; based on her nudity. They were two eternally fated lives in a recursive cycle of love and hate affair, stringed along an unimaginable orchestration of the goddesses in a reverse motion to propel happy ever after only if successful. NEHENDA and Marlon were bound by Fate for all lifetimes with an unresolved enmity of manipulated misunderstanding carried on from the past in their present life cycle which without resolution would never find love.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt