Lovely Complex Novels & Stories

“The only person that loves filth is you, Nikolai. Everything was always about you.” I paused, cast her a glance and nodded. “Let's find out.” I poured the content of the bag on the floor and Arianna froze as she watched the items. “No, you are not using that on me,” her legs moved to protest after having her arms clinging to her back. “Do not bring that here.” “Let's get your memories back,” I found what I was looking for and as I stepped closer to Arianna with the vibrator and lube, I watched as she looked around, helplessness glued to her face— with the silent emotion that never leaves.

He closed his eyes. “Honey,” Alice sweetly said. Travis smiled when he saw her face. He’s such a lucky bastard even seeing her in his dreams. “Honey,” she whispered once again. Travis’ smile widen, he thanked the Moon Goddess for giving him the best gift, his mate, his damn lovely mate.

After getting irritated I walked over the to closet and open its door that it was so big that I can't even call it a closet but a personal mini-mall where you can get anything you want. I step inside the closet and saw varieties of perfumes and Huda beauty's make up (my favorite brand) after checking the make up I opened a perfume bottle which looks so expensive that just to buy this single bottle I need to save my whole month salary, (that's a different story that I've no job)

The sides of the building were framed by immaculately trimmed yew and beech hedges that led to groves of coppiced trees underplanted with carpets of fresh white cyclamen. It was a home that any person of consequence would be proud to claim. Loveth’s imagination sparked to life while she waited for the car to reach the front walk. Wesley didn’t have the necessary limits that ordinary men possessed…he lacked the ability to relax, to feel contentment, to enjoy his own accomplishments. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, Loveth thought that Wesley was possibly the most fascinating person she had ever encountered. And she knew without a doubt that he was dangerous too.

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He is still a part of them. Charles is the miniature version of Pearce but he is more like me. He loves reading books and he inherited his smartness from me. Charlie is also the miniature version of me but she had her father's attitude. She's friendly and talented and she can easily capture your heart. That is why everyone loves her. Despite their differences, they go along very well and they always watch each other's backs. The only similar thing they had was they both love chocolates

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

I knew that we had both become close friends, but not close enough to share a room—especially a honeymoon suit. When we reached our room, Mike opened the door and entered. I followed him. My jaw dropped a little when I saw the room. The marble floor was glossy and rose petals created as a path leading to the king-size bed. Even the bed was decorated with rose petals. The fragrance from the lavender-scented candles was refreshing and romantic. I knew the honeymoon suite would be decorated but I didn't think it would be this beautiful.

They were acting so flawless and nonchalant as they express their love in public. This is the kind of life Omar has always wished for. He might still be confused about his feelings, but he always wished for something very comfortable; a kind of life where he won’t have to feel guilty or listen to sermons against himself. Omar is clearly happy and comfortable around Stephan. Even though things are moving fast between them, he is willing to go as far as they could reach.

Beguiling, I knew, he was luring me as he promised something with his lips nobody could ever make me feel. He bit my lip a bit harder but I was flowing in his aura; I was captivated, completely submitted to his touch. He held my face tilting a little. I gave him full permission to shatter me. A new experience; An amazing one. His lips were like sugar rush, just like a candy on my tongue; sweet and fascinating. I wanted every drop of this potion, like liquid velvet, he was enchanting and I couldn’t stop. I wanted him in my system like alcohol only to intoxicate my core.