If I Lay Here Mga Nobela at Kwento

I put my hand over my mouth, praying to the moon goddess that I haven't got lousy morning breath, and mutter, “Bathroom Darius, I need to go to the bathroom.” Darius loosens his hold on me so I can get out of bed; I avert my gaze as the bed sheet slips and smother a groan. Lea purrs louder as she says, “You need to mark him as ours, Layla.”

But there’s a way out. I laid down on my bed, staring at my hands. “Fine,” I muttered to the room, to myself, to whatever bastard god was listening. “I’ll just have to take her the fuck out of here…”

I put it face down on the mattress. I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling and thought about gray eyes and a stinging cheek and three words asked quietly on a pavement: *are you okay.* ---

Goodnight" I closed the folder and lay on my back with my eyes on the roof. It's been a long day.

But what if what the woman said is true, what if Rayton has lost his interest in him? I feel dizzy… I slowly lay my body down on the soft mattress, and let my eyes gradually because only the darkness serves as my comfort.

A little later she was lying in her bed and it wasn't long before she fell asleep. On Wednesday morning, Jill was up early. Quietly, so as not to wake Mandy, she went out onto the balcony and sat down in a lounger there. Training would start today, and the thought of it made her stomach ache again. She brooded dully, trying to imagine what to expect as she let her gaze wander absently over the garden.

For the monster everyone sees. I don’t speak again. I just lie there and let the weight of him pin me in place until sleep finally drags me under.

I lie. "I am here for my pleasure and I'm going to use your body to satisfy my sexual hunger." I desperately want to say.

I pleaded. "You'll rest here, from now on. Don't even try to play dumb with me, Layla." "What?!"

assistant"> I still couldn’t calm myself as I lay there on the bed. Alpha blood? You’ve got to be kidding me.