I Want To Be Your Left Hand Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

Beverly POV The silence after the manager’s words was deafening. It was as if the entire world chose that exact moment to pause… to hold its breath. 'Become Liam’s personal doctor. We’ll pay whatever you demand' The sentence echoed inside my head over and over again, each repetition heavier than the last. Whatever I demand? I almost laughed at the irony. Just this morning, I stepped into this city with one clear purpose in mind find the anonymous doctor, get the answers I need about Tristan, and leave. No attachments. No distractions and most importantly no emotional entanglements.

“I don’t want the money. I want the divorce.” “I was drunk. I didn’t mean any of that.” “Divorce.” I held his gaze. “If you’re serious about divorcing,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm, “you leave with nothing. The clothes on your back. The agreement is void if you initiate it.” I stood frozen. A slow, humorless smile touched his lips. “Think carefully, Sara. By my side, you’ll want for nothing. Ever again.” How had I ever promised my life to this man?

“How did you even fall for him in the first place? He doesn’t seem nearly as handsome as I am.” Damian felt his chest tighten as his breathing grew shallow. It was as though someone had punched him twice in the ribs. Still, his eyes were locked on Justin’s hand resting around my waist. If this were his own turf, Damian would have pulled out a gun and blown that hand to pieces without hesitation. Justin loosened his grip on my waist. “Don’t glare at my hand like that. It’s rude. Still, I suppose I should properly introduce myself. I’m Justin.”

His fingers closed almost imperceptibly. This is not a discussion of promotion or title. This is a discussion of your future. Your entire future. You are not just my executive. You are not just my right hand. You are the heir that I have chosen. The only heir. My legacy, everything that I have spent my life working for, will belong to you. To protect. To command. To shape in your own image, when the time comes.

I say as I grab her hand and I place it on my hot and hard penis. She tries to jerk away, but I don't let her. "This dick doesn't lie, baby. It wants you. It wants all of you," I say as I move her hand to where she is stroking me. "It's so hard," she whispers, and my body jerks at her simple words. "It's hard because I want you. I want to claim this for my own," I say, grabbing her core in my hand. Her little hand stays against my groin. "And after I do, you are going to give me one of those wolf marks so that Mike knows I am your man. Not him," I say the ending harshly.

“Please Luke. I did what I did to get you. I don’t like that boy clinging to you. Please be mine, babe. I can give you my all that you’ll forget anyone around.” Her nasty words quivered him so much he wished he could leave at once.

For a moment, I contemplated murder. “Say yes!” Someone shouted and the others followed. “Say yes, say yes!” I felt the pressure in my bones, they were singing in my ears and I gave up. “Yes.” My voice sounded lower than usual. “Louder!” Someone asked. “I SAID FUCKING YES!” I snapped and Mr Montgomery put the ring on my finger before stand standing up. Then, pulled me into his arms and brought his mouth near my ear.

"I have a lot of knowledge and plans that could help you win over them. I am more capable of helping you be the most powerful individual in this land than anybody else." He began to move away from her while taking a few steps back. "You know me so well, Algea. I don't like words; I like actions," he told her. "If you really are capable of being my right hand, then prove it to me." "Well, of course. I am ready to prove that. But how about you, my lord? Are you ready to give me the favor that I would ask you?" Algea smirked.

“You make me your beta.” I stared at the man seated on my couch, drinking my wine as he spoke confidently. He wanted me to become the Alpha of the pack, Logan Moon was finally accepting defeat. It sounded too real to be true. “Really?” I scoffed, “The almighty Logan wants to become a beta, my right-hand man. How is this possible?” He stood up, taking two steps forward. His expression was calm.

I announced, “My Beta will be Stone Roberts.” Stone approached the stage and I asked, “Stone, do you swear to be my beta, my right-hand man and to help me lead our pack with honor, courage and honesty?” Stone answered, “I do.” I cut my palm and then cut Stone’s palm and we shook hands, being sure to mix the blood. I announced, “I now bestow the power of Beta to you.”