Home Sweet Home Novels & Stories

following which came a maniac laugh from the other side. Putting his cell phone on speaker Lawyer Mo answered, "Principal song. Let's cut the chase. I want my children's safe and sound. Tell me what do you want?" "I wish...... But let me play with you a little..." came Mr. Song's reply "Mr. song" shouted lawyer Mo. "Ohhhh, by the way lawyer Mo, I was wondering how would it feel to know that your daughter is been sold to human trafficker's..... So keep your voice low if you want her back....."shouted Mr. Song and disconnected the call

Amelia as always was taking notes in her small notepad sitting in her lab. I begin going through the plan for the future homes that they wanted me to take care of, I present them the way that I was planning to build the homes I could see them agreeing to it. My mind keeps wandering to Amelia as I can smell her sweet caramel perfume almost filling the room. When I looked at the guest I asked them what they thought about it.

Chef Salome turns to check upon what Nick was doing, she thinks that Nick may be staring at her big backyard because honestly she knows she damn gat it. But she was deeply disappointed that all her belief was just some nuisance idea, she is busy cooking in her mind. She sees Nick battling seriously with his computer, while Hercules, his cute dog, is just busy doing a dog thing 'you know'. Chef Salome remembers her great strength of seduction, her voice. No single dude dares not to fall for her as they hear her golden voice. Chef Salome tries calling on the dude's name, so she can finally win his heart for good.

I said softly and I saw Sinead's eyes dilated. "Miss Natasha, I don't understand, did you grow up in this orphanage? I thought you were from America." His eyes darted from the orphanage home to me. I shook my head softly and averted my gaze. "Never mind." I lean back to my chair. "Deliver them in the boot and if you are asked who is delivering it, tell them it is Natasha Wilbur." I knew none of them will be familiar with that name, they will only know she is a musician and not their Malinda Kristen.

His seduction was working and she felt her control slipping away. "Ooh," her eyes shuttered close and she let out a soft moan when he started nipping on her sweet spot, biting and sucking. The sweet pain shot from the spot, spreading down to her core like a wildfire. "My Sweet Bella," he whispered hotly in his sonorous husky voice, causing a swirl of tingles to unfurl in her stomach. " Only mine," his hot heavy tongue danced erotically over the bite of ownership he just gave her. Her breathing deepened and her heart started racing.

“We are sincerely sorry. Mr. Griffin couldn’t show up because something came up.” “Show up where?” Mr. Smith asked confused. “At La familia.” Tom said, wondering why he sounded confused. “He was supposed to meet you there.” “What are you talking about?” Mr. Smith asked. “I was not supposed to meet with Mr. Griffin. I made it clear already. I am not signing that contract with Perfect Touch. La familia?” He laughed ridiculously. “Right now, I am at Miami Beach, living my best life with two beautiful ladies.” Tom knew he wasn’t lying about being at a beach because he could hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

“Where would you like to go?” “Home” I smiled “I want to go home and start our lives together, you need to take over so Brian can retire, and I need to learn how to be an amazing Luna while I finally go to University” Chad opened his truck door for me as I climbed in. Once he was in he smiled at me as he started to drive off. I looked behind me as we left my pack behind and moved towards our future together. The End

he asked me sweetly. I smiled and nodded at him. "Absolutely! Thank you for this." A sweet smile spread across Josh's lips. "You know what, my Yeobo? If Korea has K-pop, and the Philippines has P-pop. Do you know what I have?" "Huh? What?" He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "I have the popwer to make you happy," he said, making me smile. When he pulled away, I was surprised when he suddenly raised his hand in front of my face, and from there, a sparkling necklace emerged.

I threw on my coat and stormed out, remembering the text that Hermione had sent me earlier—Ziton Hotel, Room 1802. I sped to the hotel, running several red lights, and made my way to Room 1802. I slid a bank card into the doorframe, pushing it hard until the lock clicked open. Room 1802 was a suite. Trembling, I stepped into the living room. From the bedroom, I could hear familiar laughter and heavy breathing. I knew, instinctively, that I would not like what I saw in there. Quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peered through the crack.

She only felt tired. Finn nodded and looked at Jeff. “How long before she fully recovers?” He asked. “A few hours should be okay. She might have to get enough rest though,” he explained. Finn nodded this time. He held Jojo's hand and looked at her. “Do you want to go back home? It might not be safe here,” he said. Jojo missed home. She wanted to go home and be with Nill. So she nodded her head. But Jeff pursed his lips. “Um, I don't think it's a good idea. That's where they will come looking,” he said.