I Am His Novels & Stories

"He wants me for himself." "Eww."

Boss? boss? boss? mr president? mr president? Are you here with us? Damian woke up from his day dreaming. He was in the middle of a conference meeting but his mind is out of nowhere. He keeps on thinking about alex. his mind is all about alex alex alex. he keeps on seeing her everywhere . he keeps on day dreaming of her. suddenly he got up and ask everyone to leave and resume the meeting later. He ask his secretary to call the director of the modelling and bring the girl in a blue dress.

She's the only one who understands me. "It's been a long time since we've met." Tim smiled and took his place beside me. He's the son of the witch Tala who helped me before. "Oh hello... why haven't I seen you yet?" I smiled looking at him.. "You know the school and that stuff," he says boringly. "It's like you're going basically," Lola sneered, her eyes closed, and stood next to me. "You're in a bad situation" I laughed and looked at him.

Not the sick. Him.

A text. "Hey," Him.

Another message pops up. “This is him.”

He took a deep breath and his fingers tilted my chin so that I was looking in his black orbs full of lechery and strands of his disheveled hair were fallen on his forehead. "You are not his mother for you will be the mother of our children, your and my kids. He cannot call you Mom since our kids have that right only." "Isn't he your child too? Don't you love him just as you would love your own flesh and blood?" "I love him very much because he is my child. But he is not our child Arya."

It was set at the perfect pace to having my knees quaking and the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room. "Look out the window," he panted, nipping at the skin of my neck. I did as he said and be tightened his hold on my hands, "it all belongs to you. To us," he growled in his Alpha tone. Kicking my feet wider, he pushed me forward more, so I could feel him deeper than before, "You're their Luna and their Queen. This is all for you, love." "This is your pack before it is mine," I panted, meeting his strokes with my own in a needy attempt to feel that all-consuming wave of pleasure only he could make me feel.

“ I am,” ¬P-Lia¬