La Vida Gentlemen's Novels & Stories

I forced myself to steady my breathing before asking again, "Think carefully. Could it be that you were under too much pressure and forgot you had a girlfriend? Or even a wife?" Elan answered with absolute certainty, "No. I’ve never had contact with women. I don’t have any memory like that." Elan really did live alone, yet every daily item in his home had been prepared in pairs. "This has to be a joke…" I laughed, though it looked more like I was about to cry, and asked without thinking, "Elan… are you really human?" Trying to lighten the mood, I added casually, "Right now, you don’t even feel like a real person to me. Everything in your apartment feels like it exists just to prove you’re a

Roman The private study is designed for men to make deals that should never see the light of day. Gerald closes the door behind us. Locks it. Alexander Kingston sits in one of the wingback chairs and spreads out his legs like he owns everything. That predatory smile never leaves his face. I remain standing. Hands in my pockets to hide the fact they’re clenched into fists. “Gentlemen,” Gerald says, moving to the bar. “Can I get you anything?” “Scotch,” Kingston says. “Neat.”

However, in the end, there was nothing. He stopped, completely drained, as though all strength had left him all at once. In a daze, he walked out of the room. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he saw two servants carrying bundles of dried white roses, heading toward the trash. Their voices were low as they murmured to each other. “These white roses are dead. We should just throw them out.” “It’s such a shame… Miss Roberts used to treasure this rose garden. She wouldn’t even let anyone else tend to it. She watered and trimmed it herself every day. It was meticulously done.”

Why now, of all times, I've broken my own hard and fast rule of not giving a fuck. My sisters were scrutinizing the hell out of my every move even as they chatted away with her, so I played it cool, not giving anything away, but she bothers me. I heard the rumble of Lancelot's old beat to shit car and sighed in relief. He came around the side of the house and jogged over to us all smiles with his nosy ass. "Hey, the gang's all here. What's up, Gianna?" "Her name is Gia." Fuck!

Strip away the family fortune and reputation, and you've got absolutely nothing. Sebastian's mother was imprisoned because of what happened to Mom, and he was banned from joining Hamilton Corporation. Even so, he never lacked food, clothing, or luxuries. The whole living in the "housekeepers' quarters" story was just his own sob story. His actual room was only slightly smaller than mine. In my previous life, he lived quite lavishly after he went abroad with no one to supervise him. I was curious to see what would happen to him in this lifetime.

"So... you finally met your match." I smiled as another cousin greeted us as we entered the living room of a huge mansion that belonged to none other than Eros' grandfather. "Nice to see you too, Mason." Eros replied sarcastically as he shoved his cousin playfully. I felt Eros pull me closer to him. "Too close, Tanner." I whispered to him as I elbowed his side. "We have to make them believe, housemate." He replied and just softly kissed my temple and pulled me even closer to him.

I said “I wanna see your house,then we can just place an order and they’ll bring it there” “Uh,alright,you should place the order now” “I’ll order pizza and burgers,is that okay?”I asked. “Add drinks and maybe chicken” “Done”. We got to a ritzy part that looked like where only the wealthy people could afford to live.He came to stop in front of a mansion and my eyes widened.He pushed a button on an intercom and a voice came through asking who it was.The gates opened and he drives in,parking the vehicle close to some others.

‘have a good life, little gift from your brother’ Far away from Country A in an English Country two men sitting on the sofa embracing each other and looking at Justin and Ella’s live marriage blessing them for happiness. They were Gatlin and Adair they are living a good life in another country, here they married first and started a new business of restaurant where Gatlin is head chief, Gatlin’s other companies also working in Country A and he will receive huge amount every month.

Patrick blurted out. The thin black brows rose in an expression of faint hauteur. "I can think of no one who has a better right to be in this house", the other gentleman replied. "I am Lord Clements". Patrick recoiled. "What!" An angry flush mounted to his cheeks. "This is nothing but an ill mannered jest! You are not Lord Clements! You cannot be!" "Why can I not be Lord Clements?" said the gentleman. "It is impossible! I don't believe it! Lord Clements is - must be - an older man!" cried Patrick.

Under the speculative stares around him, even Terence, who was usually so good at keeping up appearances, felt his face burn crimson. He couldn't bring himself to admit that every cent he'd ever blown had come from my paycheck. Even the guesthouse they stayed in this morning—he'd only managed to pay for it by pawning his watch. He knew Wendy far too well after all their secret hookups. He'd been dangling the transfer spot like bait to keep her around. Now that he had nothing left to offer, he knew exactly what was coming. Sure enough, when Wendy realized he was broke and the apartment was gone, she turned to cops who were leading Kamila away.