Love Island Slade Novels & Stories

“You know what you can not do? You can not force me to marry a man who ripped away my heart and pissed on it. You promised me forever then told me to leave the next day after I was nearly killed. You can not play with my feelings. You can not just use me because you can. While you were fucking your wife, do you know what I was doing? I was worried and stressed, trying to find a way to get back to you. I could barely even eat because I missed you. I couldn’t sleep. And when I missed my period you weren't there. When I did find money to leave I was puking my lungs out in the bus for two days because your baby suddenly hates motion. But I pushed on because all that mattered was getting to you.

she said, as she got started. I nearly snorted. Corey would totally be down for a threesome but the redhead? Ehh doubtful. “Slade is their manager, I’m marrying my best friend who happens to be their manager,” I said, nodded. That’s right. Slade isn’t defined by Feisty, I won’t believe that. I can’t. He’s gonna change my life? I’m gonna change his life, and show him there’s so much more than work. Says the workaholic.

he said with a shrug. “I’ll go first,” Isla volunteered, her cheerful expression dimming as her expression turned serious. Lowering her gaze, she hesitated before speaking. “On my wedding day, my ex-fiancé released a fake video of me… being intimate with another man. A man I had never even met. He accused me of cheating and then got engaged to my sister that same day.” A heavy silence followed as Jaxon stared at her, the pieces of her past tears in his office clicking into place. Isla clenched her jaw, fighting back the emotions that resurfaced as she remembered the memory. She took a deep breath, forcing a shaky smile.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

Then, as I looked around, still lingering at the door—of course because what was I expecting—came the devil’s voice. “About time Sleeping Beauty joined us,” Slade drawled, lounging near the archway like he owned it. His smirk widened when our eyes met and I struggled not to think about what had happened or almost happened between us last night. “Dibs on being your partner down the aisle.” How could he stay so calm like he was not one second from devouring me last night and I wasn't one inch from letting him do it? A few heads turned as he wasn't particularly subtle with his words, chuckles rippling through the room. I ignored them all, clutching my clipboard tighter and I forced my voice ste

Rosalie. There was loud applause. However, someone took a sharp breath when the spotlight hit my face. Everyone began whispering. "That..! Isn't that… Isn't that Whitney Summers, the dead bride of Eric Carter?!" "My gosh! Take some pictures! I can't believe she's still alive." Camera lights flashed all around me and Aiden. Aiden patted the back of my hand gently and made an announcement. "This is my fiancée, Rosalie. I hope everyone present can show her respect. Otherwise, the Jameses will not let this go easily.”

But Keane was romantic enough to promise her even after death. "Where will you be going for your honeymoon?" Lisa asked Smiles "I don't know," Smiles answered honestly as they walked out of the church. She hasn't thought of that yet." Where are we going for our honeymoon, hubby? " She asked Keane. "I won't want to be disturbed when having a special time with my beautiful wife, so, I will be kidnapping you to an Island I got two days ago " He smiles at her. " Aww, that's so sweet " Smiles couldn't help but blush.

I read the caption before focusing on the actual image itself. ‘IS IT OVER FOR MILLIONAIRE ADRIAN COLE AND HIS BASIC WIFE ISABELLA HAYES’S MARRIAGE?’ ‘ ADRIAN SPOTTED WITH A STUNNING WOMAN AT THE VIVA LA PASION.’ The caption was devastating to read, but it wasn’t the worst thing to come from the post.

“Who?” Celeste finally turned. “Your past.” His jaw tightened. “She’s not my present.” “Then make that clear,” Celeste replied evenly. He nodded. “I will.” But clarity came too late. Isabella approached again before the night ended, sliding seamlessly between them, her smile sharp as glass. “You two are magnificent together,” Isabella said, eyes flicking between them. “Such power. Such restraint.” Her gaze lingered on Celeste. “You must find it exhausting.”

He put that behind him, she wasn't his girlfriend, after all. "Kris, what do you mean you are stranded" he asked. "I am sorry to bother you, Allen. I just need shelter for sometime, please" Allen shook his head. "I can't believe you. I don't know what nerve you have, showing up here and asking me for shelter? have you no shame Kris? he said, trying to go back in, again. "My boyfriend hits me! she yelled, which stopped Allen in his tracks.