Romans & histoires Made For You Novel

I smile as I gaze at my ring, holding my hand up so it catches the light. "You like it?" I shake my head. "I love it. It's perfect." "Thank you for saying yes." "There was never any other answer for me. I started falling for you the night you fed me dessert." "So that's all it took, huh? Buttering you up with sweets?" "Pssh. Obviously. That and your sexy body." "I see. If I let myself go from all the desserts then you'll leave me?" "Of course." "Guess I'll just have to keep reminding you why you fell for me in the first place, then."

"What ?" "40 years ago, I was sold to a Mafia family as the maid to the mistress of the family at that time, she treated me like her own sister, she was pretty, ruthless but kind at the same time and luckily she showed me kindness but there was just a complication her womb got damaged at a shoot out so she wasn't able to have children."

Hindi gaanong mainit sa labas at pumapasok din ang malamig na hangin. "I don't have any friends other than the people at the cafe," sagot ko saka siya muling sinipat. Nakahiga pa din ito at bahagya lang akong binalingan kaya ngumisi ako. "I don't date anyone, because none had ask me to. And if ever there is, I would turn him down." I heard him snorts before sitting up. "And why would you?" "You know, I live with the 7B's." kumunot ang noo niya kaya napatawa ako bago muling magsalita. "Books Before Boys Because Boys Brings Babies."

she said and walked away towards Korn's room. “Oh shit, they are married. That was definitely the most stupid thing to say.” I mumbled to myself before getting back into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the lady walked into the kitchen, slapping her slippers on the floor as she walked. I felt irritated. Where the hell did Korn get this lady from? Honestly, with his good-looking features, he could have done better. “I need to get some soup for my darling. He is craving some.” Darling?

My real life had only just begun. (The End)

Just meals arriving at regular intervals, books appearing mysteriously on the table they had brought in for me and Nikolai walking in and out whenever he pleased like this was all perfectly normal. Psychopath. I turned a page in the novel resting on my lap, trying to focus on the words despite the restless energy crawling beneath my skin. Escape was all I thought about lately. But escaping from a heavily guarded Russian mafia mansion turned out to be significantly harder than I imagined. Who would have guessed? I sighed and stretched slightly on the sofa, adjusting another oversized black shirt I had stolen from Nikolai’s wardrobe days ago. Not stolen…Borrowed indefinitely. The door suddenly