Hit Novels & Stories

He stood behind me, his hands extended to show me two watches. "Which is better?" My brow moved up in question, as I spun to face him. I looked between the two, pointing to the solid yellow gold one. He lifted it, strapping it on. "I called to make sure the restaurant was guarded, the only thing I wasn't guaranteed is the entrance." Triston sighed, "I could get you in through the back- but what so wrong with a photo or two?" My eyes moved up to him, "Being on the news and overcasting someone's wedding is not on my plans for today." Triston rolled his eyes, "Honestly, that would be rude of me-"

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

I couldn't believe the my words. Even my confusion about why I was even thinking he was hot couldn't stop me from noticing him more - he wore an off-white hoodie with a denim jacket on top of it which did no help to hide his perfect body. He paired them with black torn jeans and black vans. His dirty blonde hair was untamed and messy, making it in taper wavy style and his deep piercing blue eyes met mine and I felt like he would hypnotise me the next second if I didn't look away. Except that I didn't.

MIRANDA Ace rolled off me, breathing heavily with beads of sweat coating his flushed skin. His hair that was long at the top matted over his forehead and those stunning hazel eyes were hooded with exhaustion, "I'm wrung out," he regretfully grumbled on a breath.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

Her hips quiver and I thrust in a second finger. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes, breaths ragged. I'd found her sweet spot and rapidly move my fingers over it and she moans. She was becoming slippery and I rip my fingers out of her, causing her to scream a moan and rest her forehead on my shoulder.

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

” You almost got my handsome face ruined. He swung his fist at me again and I dodged and twisted his hand before elbowing his face. The other ran at me and I dug my fist into his stomach and kicked his forehead. They grunted and ran away while I stretched. “Are you okay?” I asked peering into the darkness. “ Come on out.” I heard footsteps and following them I came out of the darkness. I saw recognition dawn in her eyes at the same time it dawned in my mind. “Putin Global?” left my mouth.

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Lub dub lub dub lub dub It's all Neal can hear now. He felt like his heart is going to explode. Is this the feeling when a normal person meet a mob? He doesn't know. He was breathing hard. His nails dug into his palms as he fisted them. Hunter's cold eyes scanned Neal up and down and moved forward causing Neal to step back. The back of his thighs touched the armrest of the couch. Neal startled from the sudden contact, he let out a squeal before falling back. But before he fall Hunter caught his left arm and pulled Neal to his chest.