Romans & histoires Love Inspired Suspense

I went back to my school to talk to Mr. Loove about possibly still going to Duke. He told me that he could try to pull some strings and still get me into the school but wasn’t able to make any promises. He then brought up the wedding, he told me how sorry he was that things happened the way they did but he would love to help me get in the classes that started in January. I thanked him for his head and headed back home. I was slowly trying to piece my broken life back together one thing at a time. It was now going into December. Finn and I had been sleeping together for a little over 2 weeks now. We started to get crafty with things he got a swing. We decided to have sex while driving he wasn

He nodded as his eyes stung. "I was scared that I would never see you", I whispered leaning into him, finally giving in to the tiredness, I drifted into sleep as a small smile tugged onto my lips hearing his heart hammering against his chest crazy. "I love you". •____• No POV: She fell asleep in my arms whispering 'I love you' making my whole body hum and my heart swell. She knows who did this to her and she still loves me? My eyes burned, I couldn't take it anymore as the first tear left followed by more. I buried my face into her hair clasping her to me.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

It was a great run that helped him relieve his senses even if everything had to be with Diane, the love of his life. He felt his heart prickle at how she had betrayed him, how she had collaborated with the Rarewolves and became a spy in his pack, making him fall in love with her. Aurora thought she could be his Luna and make him love her just like that. He had snarled at that thought. Even if she was his mate, she would never be loved by him. But a scent from the forest stopped him from thinking; it was a very heavy, disgusting scent, different from his pack, different from the scent of the forest. He had growled with anger; the others must have perceived it, and quickly they followed after

She heard footsteps behind her, she quickly hid her injured hand,she turned and looked and saw Eric behind her hands in his pocket looking as cold as ever. “What do you think the time is?” He asked. Avery looked at her wristwatch “Oh Goodness” She almost screamed. “It's past 12 midnight which normal lady will be coming home by this time, a married woman at that” Eric asked coldly. “Says the same man that came the exact same time I came, look Eric I'm not in for you today, I'm tired and I need to rest” She said “Hmm so even after you get married, you still can't stop seeing your lover?” Eric said. He rubbed his head “Are you that loose and desperate for a man?” He asks.

But this time, she didn't account for something that couldn't be bought or broken. Love. Real, brutal, unwavering love. And now we weren't just in the game. We were flipping the damn board. As Calder turned onto the rural road leading out of the city, Penny rested her hand on my thigh. Her touch was steady. Grounding. "We finish this," she whispered. I nodded. "We burn her legacy to the ground." And somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled across the sky like a warning. Or a promise. * Penny *

It was brief and fleeting, the happy feeling accompanying the scene in her mind fading quickly, leaving her back in the room with her fear of the spirit. Candace turned over another card and contemplated the picture on it. "This man loves you intensely. I would even go so far as to say he believes you belong to him and he does not want you to be with anyone else, even a living person. I have never come across this before. How strange! But it is such a warm, loving energy. I wouldn't be frightened of it." Clarissa raised her eyebrows. "This man liked to be in charge, especially when you married. He dominated you but not in a bad way."

Her pussy made gentle, wet sounds around his cock as she took him deeper. “I love you,” she whispered between kisses, grinding down hard. “Not just your submission. I love the man who trusts me enough to let me suspend him like this. Don’t ever leave me for her darkness.” Michael thrust up into her as much as the ropes allowed, groaning into her mouth. The suspension made every movement feel more intense , every thrust, every grind, every kiss. He felt completely vulnerable and completely loved at the same time. Mirabel rode him faster, her pussy clenching around him as pleasure built. “Cum for me, baby. Cum while you’re hanging in my ropes. Show me you’re still mine.”

He kept stirring at her as he was lost in lust for her. She waved her hands at him to signal him that she was there in his office, but he could not see her, as he continued stirring at her hot gown, down to her extremely hot legs. As Bryan was lusting over Adrien, she knew her boss was impressed with what he was seeing. She dropped the pen she was holding, and acted like it was a mistake. So she turned around deductively, with her ass facing her boss. And then she bent down as she was trying to pick up her pen. Meanwhile, her thighs became so crystal clear and even more revealing to Bryan.

Quiet and dangerous in its softness. Hope. --- They made love again that night. Not like before. No heat. No games. Just skin against skin under a canopy of pine and silence. The stars above didn’t feel so far anymore. Nothing did. When it was over, she laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. “This won’t last,” he said. “Then let’s make it count,” she whispered. --- Back in the city, everything was unraveling. Victor wasn’t done. He was pulling strings in the background—freezing their accounts, poisoning people with whispers about Isla’s sanity.