Lovely English Stories Novels & Stories

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

I took a warm bath and put on one of the maternity gowns that she had gotten for me, it was much more comfortable than my other dresses. I walked downstairs and waited in the sitting room for Mrs Lawrence. After a short while, I saw her walking towards me as she said “You look beautiful darling, brighter than you were yesterday. I bet the ginger tea did its magic on you. “Yes Mom, I feel better now, " I replied, my voice steady and resolute. Just as we're were talking about the last episodes of the “movie Game Of Thrones” The chauffeur came and said “Ma'am the car the ready”

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“Weren’t you the one trying to act all holy and innocent? Now you’re staring at my cock like a desperate little whore.” He smeared the leaking precum across my lips. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and gave the head a kittenish lick before wrapping my lips around it. Lord Edmund inhaled sharply through his nose. I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head as best I could with my hands tied behind my back. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses. “God, fuck… you’re a natural,” he groaned, weaving his fingers through my hair and gripping tighter.

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.

Hearing the familiar voice could help her recover. Jennifer took advantage of Logan being in a coma. She knew that Logan was no competition for her now. She could not interact with Charlie. Jennifer called Charlie to offer emotional support. Charlie was upset and hurt that Logan was sick and in a coma. Jennifer asked Charlie to escort her to a Ballet. She did not want to go alone and had no one else to escort her. Charlie agreed to escort her to get his mind off Logan. Ballet is one of the most visually pleasing dance forms. It is a very technical dance that requires extreme discipline. Jennifer had never seen the Romeo and Juliet Ballet before. It would perfect to see it with Charlie. Romeo

I didn’t expect Davvy to knock me in my room and it would soften like this to me now. She immediately lay down on her bed while I hugged her. It was as if something touched my heart as I watched it. I sat on her side and then picked up the book she wanted me to read. The book title is Barbie and the Island Princess. At first, it was okay as I read that, but in the end, I suddenly felt heavier. I am figuring out that Barbie was Davvy. I thought it was just a love story between Barbie and the prince, but I am wrong because there is a part in the end that Barbie's mother is a queen lady.

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

Taurus. Lucas' voice was nice and his distinct narrative made me seemed like as if I traveled from the past in those stories. Although it was not a perfect image as I 'saw' in the gardenia incident, it still gives me a thrill hearing the stories I haven't heard before. But some famous stories made me recall them. Perhaps I have known some details due to the memory I lost.

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.