Infinite Comfort Mga Nobela at Kwento

{Why is he so comfortable? --------------------------------------------------------

The smell of Beef, mint and parmesan cheese lingered in the air, blending together with the steady hum of the air conditioner. We made our way to our table reservation— Clean. Outstanding. Polished. So polished, you’d be scared to sit or even breathe so you don’t ruin anything. I settled into the sofa, letting the soft cushion envelop me. It was weirdly comfortable. The sofa’s rich dark colour seemed to deepen as I sank into it, the fabric, smooth along my skin. I felt the tension my body held all evening melt into the comfort of the sofa.

"The only place my mouth is supposed to be right now is on the floor. So I can lick the ground you walk on. It's completely undeserving of you." Cassie groaned internally. This man always knew what to say. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke. It was torture. And here she thought he was the one on punishment. Arden walked closer to her. She wanted to move away, but more than anything she wanted to stay rooted. He got so close she could feel his breath against her ear. "Let's go swim baby," Arden said kissing her forehead and then withdrawing. *** The infinity pool was huge. It boasted grassy mountains, moonlight and stars beaming over the never ending ocean. At each corner of the pool

ASCENDANCY The city woke like a beast, stretching its concrete limbs under the burning gold of dawn. Smoke curled from chimneys, market cries echoed through narrow streets, and the hum of ambition vibrated in every alleyway. Olivia stood at the mansion’s balcony, her eyes tracing the endless rooftops and glinting canals. For the first time, fear did not grip her chest. Instead, a thrill burned—sharp, electric—the thrill of opportunity. Ethan appeared silently behind her, leaning on the balcony railing with his usual calm intensity. “The city waits for no one,” he said. “And neither should we.”

" He added before he rolled me over. I just closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. God, you can take me, now. As in now! My heart is so warm. This feeling of safety, happiness, and comfort, I could only experience with him. I hope it's always like this, I hope it doesn't end! But what about Gabe? What about my comforter?

Clara asked, “but what about the pains of surgical that I will go through?“ Fathia inquired, “see, the pains might not last more than hours and you started enjoying your life as a billionaire's wife” Clara said, “Clara, am afraid and am scared” Fathia said, “don't you know that many big girls that you people her eyeing that lives extravagant life and most of the people that lives more than comfortable life has prices to pay, and I believe that his request might be the simplest price for you to pay for your comfortabilities” Clara explained, “what are the prices you are paying for your comfort zone?“ Fathia asked,

"Like he's gonna beat someone up any minute?" "Yea, I heard that's his default setting." Philip answered, making Christiana laugh. She's just so happy, seems like she's gonna live her dream after all. Three days later, Alexandro was in his house that evening, working in his home office when his best friend, Mark came over. Mark owns the biggest bar in town and a very successful club. "Hey, man." he said as he flung himself on top of the couch. "Hey. What have you been up to apart from following the bitches?"

“Mrs. Jaques, this is Shiloh’s and my baby. “I heard you were in the hospital, so I brought him all the way here to see you. This is your grandchild.” My mother stared at the child blankly and yanked at her own hair desperately. Easton ignored her condition completely. The more he spoke, the more excited he became. “Mom!” I rushed over to calm my mother down. I shouted at Easton, “My mom can’t handle any stress. Get out of here right now unless you want something bad to happen!”

I felt a small smile playing at my lips—having Robyn around would definitely make life more interesting. She stopped playing with her glass and fixed me with those big brown eyes. "What about you, Phoenix? What do you do?" "Jack and I run a health and nutrition company—JP Wellness. Heard of it?" "Sure, I've seen your supplements in grocery stores." Her tone was dismissive, though we sold far more than just supplements. I didn't elaborate; it would sound like bragging. Her voice softened to a smooth, pleasant tone. "So why do two grown men with a successful company still live with their daddy?"

I couldn't see what was going on but I could hear the sound of the safety being turned off on the gun. There was a few more words from the men, but I tuned myself out, I don't know what would have happened to me if Casper hadn't been there. All of eye patch's threats began to fade as I allowed myself to cry. Once the tears started they wouldn't stop, it was uncontrollable, I felt so alone, like I had nobody. All I wanted was for Demetrius to comfort me, hold me in his arms and tell me that he would never do anything to hurt me again. I wanted my mother to sing me that same song she would sing when I was a child and tell me that I was going to be okay. I wanted Cassandra to give me a slap rou