I Am His Novels & Stories

“I’m not who you think I am.” My heart beat out of control. I almost didn’t want to know what he was going to say next, but I knew I had to find out. It was like watching a train crash. I couldn’t stop it, but I couldn’t look away either. “Who are you?” I asked with trepidation. “I am Prince Henry Aster of Paradisa. I am the second in line to the Paradisian throne.” His hands tightened on mine. “And I am the man who loves you.”

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."

He sat next to me and held my hand before he said, "If you feel the least bit uncomfortable with anything, please tell me. I don't want to lose you over something I can fix or remedy." I smiled and said, "Listen, I am not that easy to get rid of...nor do I cut people out of my life that easily. Yes, I know what you have done in your past but that is your past. I am still processing a lot of this but for now, I am content." Then I saw Bo's smile go away before he said, "You are too kind." I studied his face for a bit before he finally looked at me and said, "His name is Light." I looked a bit confused before he continued by saying, "The one who hurt me so bad that I never wanted to fall in lo

So I ask, “And what might that be?” He stares at me for a while. And as I am wondering about his unintended silence, he finally speaks: “Be my woman...”

The celebratory atmosphere that centered around Hades as he grinned away at the crowd couldn't help but make Mikkel feel a bit annoyed. The handsome man looked so carefree and happy, a look he had often worn the past couple of years, as the young boy observed him from a distance. Mikkel did find the man attractive, who wouldn't? Everyone loved him, except Meghaal of course. He found himself being highly attracted to him, but at the same time deep down he subtly resented him.

So she might be the Alex that he and Dame are waiting for to showed up. But why he got suddenly sad in that thinking? If she was Alex, it means that she is not the Dianne he knew, the Dianne he fell in love with when he was in highschool. She is not the Dianne that he can fall in love with. Dame loves Alex s much and as his best friend he cannot have any feelings towards Liza. She is for Dame, Although if She was the Dianne before and they met first, still he cannot afford to breaks Dame's heart because of the girl he loves so much. He was torn into two poeple that is so dearly to his heart. He loves his bestfriend Dame and his childhood sweetheart Dianne which is now name Liza.

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.

I look purely Love Pack. Opening the door, I smile meekly at Isaiah, not having to fake my flushed cheeks. He looks over me once again before he returns my smile, nodding his head down the hallway, having me fall into step beside him. "Maybe now would be a good time to tell you who I am, really," Isaiah murmurs as we walk, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh?" I comment warily. "I'm the Alpha of this Pack. I can imagine that will likely either strike one out of the two usual opinions people have about me," he sighs, hopping down the stairs a few strides in front of me.

He looked like me. I looked like him. "You didn't think it would be so easy, son?" He spoke his words with a nonchalant grin on his face. The fact that he dared to call me son had me seeing fucking red, "Don't call me son when you never once treated me like one!" Stepping forward, I widened my stance, "how the fuck are you still able to shift?" "An enemy of my enemy is my friend," he answered as vaguely as possible because hearing Griffin Holt give a straightforward answer was a fucking rarity.

This isn’t the person he squeezed my hand to comfort me. This is Alpha Kieran Danes—the Alpha King. But they’re the same. And he’s my mate. Can I handle that? Can I handle him?