Lost In Him Novels & Stories

He felt really tensed, his hands and feet shaking like one who was about loosing his mind, leaving Rose’s house especially without accomplishing his mission was the last thing on his mind, he couldn’t believe Rose was that mean to dare call the cops on him, he sighed deeply knowing he would have been in big trouble if he didn’t use the exit as quickly as he could, not like he couldn’t over power her even with the knife in her hand but gush… it was pretty risky and either of them might end up badly injured which was the last thing on his mind, his face was covered in a deep frown while he walked up to his car, he could barely lift it as he fixed it on the floor counting his steps and mumbling

The name alone was enough to shake his whole body with an unknown surge of electricity but he knew this Katherine could not be his Katherine. These past five years were the most blank and dull years of his life. He was delighted to know that he hadn’t cheated on Kathy. He hoped she would forgive him and they would resume living happily but he didn’t see it coming though. He had searched for her everywhere but there was not even a single trace of her, as if she had just disappeared into thin air.

He was beginning to doubt his wanting to talk to her. "What can I help you with?" He asked not knowing her state. "I need answers..." Her voice trailed off. "I need to get out of here." She said looking down to avoid his frustrated look. "Why are you doing this? Why are you not letting go of the flimsy idea, that, that..." Dexter waved his hands in disappointment, describing her ideas as flimsy. "This whole place is flimsy!!!" She shot him a look of rage. "This whole place is a stupid dream!!! And I need to get out of it!!!"

she knew it, so she lured him with another offer. "Here's the thing Jon. We are going to use that to disguise ourselves as tourists. Well, we really are, but," she paused and walked closer to him. "We are going around with that, in such a way that we may be able to peek at some suites, in case we may see a sign of Vivian." He put down the cup of coffee and replied to her, "That would be a good idea." He went in, grabbed his binoculars and went with her. They enjoyed the sea, Jon was driving the jetski as Stephanie held the binoculars. They roamed around for a few minutes, giggling as they enjoyed the crystal clear blue waters. However, the fun broke when Stephanie's mood changed. "Jonathan?

Her smooth voice spoke of love lost and the despair of losing one's self and destined mate. Brodie was quicker to shake off the daze that the little girl had left them in. He decided to go and find her. Talk to her and perhaps persuade her to train with the warriors. There was a tightening in his body at the thought of being able spar with her. Shaking his head, he took off in the direction she had taken.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

A choking sob tore through my throat, and then again, and again, until I was shuddering from head to toe. I doubled up, grabbed at my chest, gasping, suffocating in agony. Had this been what he'd intended? Was this punishment for me? To watch him walk on, right before my very eyes? To watch another woman kiss him, hold his hand, take the space that I had once taken? Tears streamed down my face, burning and endless. I placed my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my crying, but it was too late. I had lost him. I had lost him for real. Simeon was gone. And nothing was left of me. I

Luckily, Jeremy's bodyguards were able to save Sophia in time and put a stop to Hendrick's plans. Tony was so furious that he reported this to the police and had Hendrick taken away. While in prison, Hendrick had asked to see me. He told me that he had a secret to tell me, and that it was very important. When I went to see him, I realized that his secret was about being reborn. He kept banging on the glass between us and behaved madly, so the prison guards hurried over to restrain him. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at me and said, "Whitney, you have to believe me. I truly was reborn. We were a married couple in my past life. We were very much in love and were very happy."

And he stepped out. He was tall. Broader than the doorframe. His shirt hung open, revealing a chest covered in scars and ink. One eye was bruised. His beard looked days old. But it was his eyes that made her flinch — dark, unreadable, like he’d seen the world end and never came back. She tried to speak. Nothing came out. “Lost?” he said, voice rough as gravel. “My… my car. Back tire. Blew out. I don’t have signal.”

He keeps pounding, driving deeper, harder, rougher. He’s lost in her. She’s lost in him. And the rest of the world? It doesn’t even exist. Not anymore.