Home Sweet Home の小説・ストーリー

Inside, the old house felt warmer, alive with the scent of sex and rain and magnolia. But as Jax kissed her slowly, still buried deep inside her, a distant sound cut through the quiet— the low rumble of a rescue boat motor approaching from the flooded road. Someone was finally coming to check on the isolated houses. Jax lifted his head, eyes meeting hers with a wicked, unfinished smile. “Sounds like company’s coming, darlin’,” he murmured, giving one slow, teasing thrust that made her gasp. “But we ain’t done yet… not even close.”

Sarah picked up a paper bag and brought out two American style cookies and arranged them all on a tray which she brought over to the sofa. “The cookies are chocolate and blueberry. An American style bakery opened up around the corner and I wanted to have a sample. I swear I will still be giving you cake after.” Flynn picked up the tea first as that was the more interesting one to try and took an experimental sip. It was very sweet and sugary at first and then it mellowed out to a more palatable taste. “I think that look means that you like it,” Sarah commented with a wide smile. She was very good at reading his reactions and that struck a chord with him at that very moment. Was she like Henr

Next to her was a younger woman who was also pregnant like me. “How did you find out, Ma’am?” Peter asked the older woman. She could not help but smile. “Because you look sweet,” she replied quickly. I shut my lips tight. Those few words made me slow down, but only for a moment. Sweet? Where is the sweet in there? “Where did you find your husband? I also want someone a husband as handsome as yours?” Suddenly a woman chuckled. I think she was with the pregnant woman who was in front of me.

It was soft and very comfy; it also smelt clean and salty. This was what I badly needed: the fresh air, a comfortable bed, and its soft materials; pillows that were as fleecy as feathers; white and fluffy—all were what my heart desired for a vacation. Oh. Just perfect!

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

Why didn't you at least call to say where you were, I was about to call the police. Me; I'm fine Jace, got caught with something. JACE; or someone. He starts ranting about how he succeeded in getting me to relieve stress even if he didn't get Mrs. Basma. I just shook my head, sighing before I cut off the call. I groan, inhaling the scent of 'her' that was still in the car and on my body I kinda Snell like her, its like strawberry and pines. So appealing. I rub my hands on my face before starting the car, still thinking about yesterday, it was the best I ever had, I really hope I could do it again with 'her'

HOME COMING The family had fun time together and Mr. and Mrs. Hampton returned home. The young alpha and his wife were happy with everything that has taken place so far and how Barbara’s dad resolved the issue of their divorce, allowing them to be together. “We are finally together”, Barbara caressed Steve's chest touching the hairs on it while the young Gillian stroked her hair. “I think I should call dad now and inform him that we will be coming this weekend. Please, help me get my phone” he said to his wife who stretched her hand and collected the phone from the bedrest.

Everyone’s divided into camps: the gawkers who treat the Langstons’ downfall like entertainment, and the loyalists who defend them like knights circling a wounded king. The queen bee, Sloane, is loudest among the loyalists. “This is garbage. Fake news. My dad says the Langstons are untouchable. This’ll blow over by the weekend.” Maybe she’s right. Maybe not. But her voice trembles just enough to betray the fear she’s trying to hide. I take my usual spot near the edges, unpacking my lunch with steady hands I don’t really feel. My phone buzzes with updates, but I don’t check it. Not yet. Not where anyone can see.

I’m so jealous. [Rue’s probably crying, right? She’s been pursuing you all these years, and in the end, she’s just a pastime to you.] [I hope her tears don’t drown you, dude!] [If she cries, she cries. Worst case, I’ll spend a little time coaxing her. I guarantee it won’t even take two days before she comes running back to me. It’s been years. You think I don’t know her by now? Listen up, Joanna will be my future wife. Don’t get it wrong… Sh*t! I think I forgot to log out of WhatsApp on computer!]

You ever see those movies where the heroine enters a room and it goes dead silent? Everyone is staring like she’s the dog that got caught stealing the Christmas ham? Yeah, that. Only, I’d take a belly full of ham over a shoe full of fruit punch any day. As if my place as June Lake’s favorite pariah weren’t already secured, I’d managed to kill the music and deplete the beverage supply within thirty seconds of my arrival. Easing into the backyard, I shook the unplugged extension cord from my foot and stepped over the mess I’d created.