I Can Never Be Yours Cast Novels & Stories

“Shannon, you’re not anyone’s sister-in-law. You’re my wife. Shannon, we’re already married. If you find it hard to believe, I can show you the paperwork.” Swiftly, he reached out into the drawer and found their marriage certificate. Like a treasure, he proudly presented it to her. She did not want to see the certificate, but the registered photo on the certificate had caught her attention. Shannon looked unhappy in the photo, and so was Sean. He looked strangely distant. She scowled at him defiantly, “Sean, this is a certificate between you and Shannon. I’m Coco Jones.”

Jenny rolled her eyes at the pickup line. "Mr. Pearson, I don't mind if you want to flirt around with women, but please stay away from my friends." "Don't be so heartless, Jenny. We're friends, too." Max sat down in front of Jade and smiled. "Hi. I'm Jenny's friend, Max Pearson." Jenny was speechless. Compared to her, Jade seemed much calmer. Little boys like him always amused her. "Hello. I'm Jade Weston. You may call me Miss Jade."

I want to see who I am going to have fun with this year. “Julia Kate is going to Washington. And they bring Olivia Holt...” Gary begins to read. “...I hope she's sexy. I cross my arms and take a deep breath. Hoping for-. Mario leaves and another idiot comes blah blah blah. I'm not interested." He lowered his finger to the bottom. "Kenya Burt leaves and instead of her comes... Daniela Monroe from Knoxville. Wow, she has good grades. Excellent. Maybe she's a nerd, you know: glasses, baggy clothes and stuff. Wade laughed.

She moved to call his name— But Connor beat her to it, hand snapping back over her mouth. His voice slid into her ear like ice. "See the woman across from him? That's Yvette Camorra—the Camorra heir right here in Khelmark. Now THAT'S a match. Her family's been chasing this alliance forever. Your little shotgun wedding? Drove her nuts... Didn't Lucian mention he was meeting her today?" Zoe froze. It felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice down her spine. Her fight slowed... then stopped. Connor felt it and loosened his grip, pressing harder.

"It's okay, ma'am. I'm glad that I was the one to find them and not some creep. You have such cute boys, and you don't need to repay me." Her eyes were shining with adoration and thankfulness. "I'm Alina. What's your name?" She asked after wiping her tears. "I'm Jessica. It's nice to meet you." I smiled at her. She laughed softly. Now I know where Ivan got his looks from. He looked exactly like her. "You're so beautiful, sweetie. Now, don't I give you my number so we can go shopping sometime?" she asked. I honestly like her, and I get a good vibe from her.

There's something on this woman that makes him doing some unthinkable. Maybe because she looks like his wife perhaps? He knows he is jerk to see this woman as his dead wife. But he can't help it and keep blaming the liquor for his actions. “I don't even know your name.” Clairol chuckle. Draven smile at her and tried to extend his right hand. “Hi, I'm Draven.” Clairol was still chuckling, while she tried also extend her right hand to shake his hands. “Opps. Wrong hand.” Clairol chuckle that makes Draven laugh also.

She looked at her reflection in the dark glass of the window — composed, present, completely unreadable. "Send her in," she said. Maren Cole was more beautiful in person than in the photographs Corinna had seen — and she had seen enough of them in the peripheral wreckage of a marriage falling apart. Tall, auburn-haired, wearing something ivory and effortless that had cost a significant amount of money to look that simple. She walked in like a woman who had rehearsed this moment and was determined not to show it. "Corinna." She extended her hand. "Thank you for seeing me."

Ivory's eyes blazed with anger. "I can't ignore the fact that she's my mate, but I've already rejected her, so believe me, there's nothing between us," I tried to explain, though I could tell Ivory didn't fully buy it from the way she was glaring at me. I attempted to touch her shoulder to soothe her, but she brushed my hand away and headed to the microphone in the broadcast room. I watched as she connected it to the socket before turning back to me. “Her name is Niylah Harry. You're going to use this microphone to announce to the whole school that she's not your mate," she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering. I questioned the necessity of all this.

"She's all I want! If anything happens to her, I'll die with her!" As she stood beside him, Dianne's nails dug deep into her palms. Jealousy twisted inside her like poison. 'Why? Why is that woman still the one he cares about, even now?' … Meanwhile, at a manor in the suburbs, a world-class medical team was busy in the sterile ward. Wrapping in bandages like a mummy, I lay on the air mattress. The anesthetic hadn't worn off, but I was awake. Declan sat beside the bed. He sneered at the incoming messages on my phone.

I desperately needed to diffuse whatever highly accurate suspicions my friends were cooking up outside. I leaned the back of my head against the smooth ceramic of the tub, closing my eyes. I just needed this wedding anniversary to go smoothly. God, it had to. Having to fake smiles for a crowd of high-society guests while pretending to be the nice, loving stepbrother to the perfect, untouchable Maddox Donovan… God knows I was going to need therapy after this trip.