Novel & Cerita Love Island Slade

"You took my hundred million. That makes this my business." Lorenzo didn't even spare him another glance. "And get that bitch of yours and her little act under control. You harm my woman again, and the consequences will be more than you can bear." A crowd was gathering, with bystanders taking photos and reporters trying to get a story. "A brilliant performance," Lorenzo said, holding up a tablet and playing a security video. The footage clearly showed Ava grabbing my hand and then deliberately throwing herself backward. Just before she fell, she quickly pulled a small bag from her purse and squeezed its contents onto her dress.

I repeated. ‘No,’ Slade whined. ‘It can’t be. Not him.’ Slade was in denial. He refused to accept the truth, that Eden had betrayed us with this weak wolf, and that she was now pregnant with his child. It was too much for Slade to bear. His heart was breaking. I felt it. He padded away, to find a place to hide. “Once we find her, and we WILL find her,” I said to Adrian. “I WILL kill you.”

Then I immediately checked to make sure I didn't break anything and sighed in relief. "Well that sure is a compromising position to catch you in Valentine. Didn't know Christian was your type," a voice chuckled and I looked up to see Drew Ozera walking up to the gates with a slip in his hand. "Ah so you guys really do have to do the annoying signature hunt as well." I commented. "This game absolutely sucks. Now I'm stuck with pretty boy here until I find a way to get these cuffs off." "Cuffs?" I held my hand up for him to see. "Hm… out of curiosity, how hot can your flames go?"

Delegating. This Greek Island, not far from Mykonos, was the last on the list. He found he liked it. And the process of exploring them all, with her. “No,” she agreed. “I don’t want your property. But…” “Yes?” She amused him. Fascinated him. “Perhaps… a company.” Her gray eyes gleamed as Addison fastened the pendant around her neck. The hummingbirds seemed to dance and shimmer against her skin. “Just a teeny-tiny one.”

and called her daughter to come downstairs. Here ..I am constantly staring at the stairs to see who the lady is... And then she came...I looked at her and my heart beats increased...she was wearing navy blue gown..which suits her best...she was looking heavenly amazing...she has kept her hair open...ans she was looking breathtaking amazing... Why I am praising her that much..you know why because she is the lady who has slapped me twice...yeah the only lady who has guts to slap me... She is non another then ....Ms. Laura Watson...huhhh...Now I am speechless...

“… I’m already happily married.” “No, no. I assure you. See, these two chicks here,” he nodded his head towards them. “They are completely nuts about me and I can’t decide which one to choose since both are gorgeous and wonderful.” “Slade!” Rachel poked him laughingly in the ribs. “Don’t mind him, he’s only joking.” “Hey, I’m dead serious,” defended Slade but was betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Sure. Next thing you know, you’ll be better off choosing me instead of one of them to avoid breaking their heart!” the waitress answered wryly trying to sound outraged.

He listed out. Right now, Slade was the coward, not Atina. "You even handled Ivory." He added and Atina froze. She wasn’t expecting him to say that. I stepped forward slowly, fixing my gaze on her, "Ivory?" Atina’s mouth opened, closed and opened again. Slade’s laugh was low and cruel. He kept mocking her with his laugh before he shifted his attention back to me. "She told Ivory that the Orlovs murdered her husband. She was the one who stirred the old resentment, re-lit the fire.”

With one last glance, he turned and stepped out, the door closing quietly behind him. Slade turned his full attention back to me, his gaze softening. “So,” he murmured, stepping into my space. “Are you ready to start our honeymoon before we even hit Hawaiian waters?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, and began to nibble at my ear. As if on cue, a soft, melodic track began to play through the yacht’s speakers, the slow rhythm matching the gentle sway of the boat. We began to dance, a slow, intimate sway in the middle of the cabin.

I said, more to myself than to her. But before I could make another move, the phone on the coffee table buzzed. I looked down at the screen and saw the last name that I would expect: Ethan Slade. The blood in my veins froze. My cousin, Ethan, had always been a thorn in my side-a man whose ambitions often outstripped his loyalty. But now, as his name flashed on the screen, my stomach churned. I knew why he was calling. I had to answer. "Answer it," Isabel urged, her voice a whisper full of anxiety.

Seeing my confusion, Dolly immediately sold out Roscoe. "Oh, Syd, you didn't know? He's been in love with you since high school! He told us he won't marry anyone but you. But, you know, he's a bit shy, so it took him years to finally win you over." She then handed me a pair of soft pink house slippers. "Here, this is your favorite color, right?" Feeling the softness beneath my feet, I felt utterly touched. So, this was what it felt like to be valued?