His Unveiled Passion Novels & Stories

It was actually a unicorn with a rainbow ribbon draped around him and a message written on it, 'I am a winner'. Indeed he was a winner. Noah was a winner. And everyone out there who stood their fears and faced them courageously, and came out strong in front of the world are all winners. We must unleash our desires with passion. We don't have to change ourselves for anyone.We are who we are born. We are who we want to be. We are the writers of our own destinies.And we shall write it without giving up. THE END.

Picking up the phone, Xavier tried to contact Grace. Xavier called several times, but Grace's number was off. Somehow this made Xavier worried. It's been almost one month her lover has no news. Xavier pressed his phone again, this time it was Noah who he called. Just the first ring, Noah's voice immediately answered swiftly. "Hello, Xavier, what's up?" "Noah, can you find out where Grace is? Track her down, I want to know where the shoot is." Xavier said. A bored gasp could be heard from the other end of the phone, but Xavier ignored it. Even though he knows that Noah doesn't really like Grace too much, his right hand always does his bidding.

"Not everyone adheres to that." Cherry looks between me and Isaiah, not bothering to hide what she is thinking. "Scandalous..." "People say that here, passion is the driving force behind all relationships. That without it, what is the point?" Isaiah notes, leaning against the doorframe. I’m only able to hold his gaze for a fleeting moment. I know he’s right, and that he truly is the embodiment of passion, just by the way he looks at me with those eyes. I need to work on being so reactive around him if I’m going to criticise Zire for the exact same thing with Cherry.

’ I thought, trying my best to keep my lips shut so I wouldn’t seem inexperienced in the field of the rich. “I’ve never seen or heard you speak about something so passionately” I said, he turned to me. “I like that about you” I said, holding onto his arm. “Mr Julian” a young man appeared in front of us, his suit tailored to his body perfectly, his hair neatly trimmed. “We’re ready to have you make the announcement and press conference” he informed us, I stared at him with shock and then at Julian. ‘A press conference?’ “Thank you, I’ll join you soon” Julian answered, dismissing the man, while I furrowed my brows at him.