Lust For Life Irving Stone Novels & Stories

"Ives, your dad and the rest wouldn't want to see you like this. You should live your own life—get married and have children. There's still time. I won't be here much longer." "El." He tried reaching out to my cheek, but I flinched away forcefully. The look in his eyes was all too familiar. When we were happily in love, his eyes housed a similar twinkle. But life was short; we had missed our chance, and there went a lifetime. "Show them out," I coldly instructed the guards stationed by the door. Ivor could only stare at me in disbelief. He desperately clung to my arm, begging for forgiveness. No matter the grievance or regret, 30 years had passed.

But I can't seem to get him out of my mind, not when he's now the don of Newyork. I'm Brie and I've got all a woman can ever have. Great body, the biggest modelling agency in carlifornia, fame, extravagant life, rich bitches as friends and a lot more you can imagine. But every woman loves a good man with a good dick. To satisfy your every desires. And the one I'm married to doesn't satisfy me anymore. Yuck!, it was never a love marriage though, just some fuckin partnership agreement.

The rain lashed against the windows in dark, sideways sheets, distorting the city lights into blurry streaks of yellow and white. He held a heavy crystal glass in his right hand. He took a slow, deliberate swallow of the expensive scotch, letting the dark amber liquid burn its way down the back of his throat. He did not care that she was gone. That was the fact he had been repeating to himself since Sunday afternoon. He was Xavier Sterling. He commanded a multi-billion dollar financial empire. He crushed rival hedge funds before breakfast, and he absolutely did not chase women. If a woman walked away, she was forgotten and replaced by noon the following day. That was the rule. He bought what

When I turned it was him, less than five feet away, looking straight into my eyes, chewing bumble gum with the cutest smile I had ever seen. Oh my goodness. My heart melted. I was no longer frustrated. This guy looked even better than when I had seen him by their doorframe. I hated how fast my anger dissolved. Like my standards were negotiable if he looked good enough. Shit. I smiled back. Trying so hard to maintain eye contact and not look away. I didn’t want Clandor thinking I was a kid. “Hi.” He said. “Hi.” His eyes rested on me, staying there and not shying away. With that same smile.

The morning's medication had worn off, so I gulped down another full bottle of painkillers just to keep moving. In the restroom, Ruby followed me in. She said sarcastically, "You really think a pathetic, washed-up woman like you can compete with me?" Gone was the obedient act she put on in front of Caleb. Her eyes were now filled with mockery. "I don't have silver poisoning at all. It's all fake. Once the bonding ceremony's done, he's mine. You really think I'd give him back to you after that?" I said nothing and kept my eyes lowered. It didn't matter whether she gave him back or not. I wouldn't live long enough to see it.

{PREVIOUSLY ON LUSTBORN:} Fallon grumbled when Professor Ellis didn't show up. "What kind of grown man gets food poisoning on a Monday?" she hissed, flipping through her literature book. The classroom buzzed with low chatter and frustration. Professor Ellis had not shown up. Again. Literature was supposed to be the most engaging class, but lately it felt like a ghost subject. Fallon slumped over her desk, groaning dramatically. "This is the third time in two weeks. Does he even like us? Or is this his soft launch into retirement?"

They dug into my past, tearing apart my life piece by piece, but I didn't care. The moment I accepted that money, I'd built a heart of steel. I hired a lawyer and sued the trolls who had slandered me. Through the legal statement, I also revealed the truth behind the story. Back then, it was Felix's mother who approached me first. She offered me a large sum to stay by his side, to be his companion. And for a while, we were happy. But over time, he changed—his heart wandered, chasing after countless other women. He let his friends mock and isolate me, never once stepping in to defend me.

I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app. I brushed my dark hair backwards, starting a live video. “Hi, everyone. It's me, Davis Beckett. Your biggest Benison star. And I'm here to publicly apologize to someone we've all… practically tortured and bullied with our words and actions. I want to confess that I…I was behind the release of Alexandra Moore's diary.”

She was just too oblivious, and innocent. Do give my other books a try, Not Mine: Drak mafia marriage. I*******m:@tildamorte

I laid there with my eyes closed as all the memories flooded back. It was like seeing my life flash before my eyes. I did not need air anymore, but I felt the need to take a breath. It was a lot to take in. I had a life with Anthony. I was happy. I had friends. I was loved. What more could I have asked for? But I did ask for more… for a life with him. My want had made a dent in our relationship. I was barely around Anthony these past two years. All because I asked too much of him. Then when he grants my wish, after I promised nothing would change how I feel… I deny him. I turned away… all because he loved me enough to tell the truth.