His Unveiled Passion Novels & Stories

“What's going on?” Isleen immediately reaches my side. "Ahvi, breathe,” Isleen says sharply, her voice cutting through the haze. “You’re okay. You are reaching your magic for the first time, so it's expected to happen. “I think I'm going to pass out,” those are the last words I say before everything goes blank. _~_ <<>> Vance stands before me. His face is distorted in a mixture of pain and anger. His green eyes aren't his own; they look dark and hungry.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

My skin steaming under the slutty romance, she unzipped my trousers, dropped it to my knees and uncaged my hard–rock d*ck. Fully persuaded that she was going to draw my d*ck in her hot mouth and s*ck juices out of my balls, I surrendered for the worst. ********

Lucas’s suspicions, Clara’s scheming, the fragile secrecy of their nights together—everything was on the verge of unraveling. And in that moment, pressed against Adrian, she realized the terrifying, exhilarating truth: once the flames of revelation ignited, nothing—no one—would ever be the same again. Because their forbidden passion had reached its tipping point, and the world around them was about to catch fire.

His nose & Forehead is touching mine He move his face & rubbed his cheeks with mine , My Heart is burning with the proximity , My breath Hitched & small butterflies are Errupting in my stomach . I wishpered slowly what are you doing Shivaay ? He saw in my Eyes & for sometime He just stood there ..He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.  My Body shivered & I felt like on fire. He then saw in my eyes & utter." Annie.. He called my name so beautifully with so much affection .Not able to understand that what is going on I nodded. He is the first person on this earth who came this much near to me & this is extremely tough for me to move my eyes from him.

His white shirt unbuttoned at the top, giving me a clear sight of the scar running down from his neck and down there. "Hey," He said, his voice a bit low, and my eyes lifted up to his face, they started from his full soft lips, a beautiful ripe for kissing, then up till they fell into his eyes. And god, those eyes, I will never do them justice with words only. The forest, the wilderness, the danger, and behind all that, something so soft and bright, like the hue of the new spring growth. There were flecks of strength, because he wasn't weak, no, he was in pain, there was a difference.

his deep voice calls out, a sharp tug at my heart which is ready to shatter. I can't breathe. I'm falling so deep into this I can't even move, I'm running out of time just as I know he is. "Heron, I won't ask you again, open the door," it's glass, the door that is, he can see me, he can document the trembling of my lips, the thundering of my heart, the jittery stare I give before I finally collect myself. I stride to the door, my back straight despite the crushing weight of what is about to happen.

Curiosity piqued, I waited patiently for him to return, eager to see what he had in store. He returned with deliberate steps, and I couldn't help but notice a hint of nervousness in his demeanor. It was a side of the formidable Nicholas Brandson I had rarely seen. It struck me that when you give your heart to someone, it makes you vulnerable, allowing you to reveal all facets of your emotions.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”