Mermet Love Novels & Stories

Confidential was what written on it. I sat down on the ground, the material is cool. I dropped the envelope onto the glass coffee table. Open it, a voice in my head whispered. It's right there. The Tokyo merger details. The family secrets. The leverage you need. I reached for it, my fingernail sliding right up to the edge of the heavy, untouched wax seal. The red wax was smooth, perfect—a symbol of a world that valued appearances over everything.

Kemira I needed this. So fucking bad. I sat for like five minutes knotted to him and every time I felt him reduce the knot, I squeezed him making him swell again. Needless to say I know I’m playing with fire but I’m on birth control and his knotting of me felt good as hell. I mean he is so amazing with the way he makes my body react to him. I love everything about him. But the fact that I asked him to help give me a new core memory so I could forget about this place was so worth it. He took me to highs I have only ever had with him. I can’t wait to get on the plane for home because I need him again.

My heart pounded as his tongue brushed mine, Merrick kissing me a hell of a lot slower than I wanted him to. I ripped my mouth from his when an ice cube smacked me on the cheek before falling onto my lap. I blinked at Merrick, then down at the ice cube. He plucked it up off my lap and popped it into his mouth. “Whatever that was, it was revolting.” Liv declared, her fingers diving into my glass of water for another ice-cube-missile. “That was True Mate pheromones, at full force.” Merrick said matter-of- factly. “They repel everyone but your True Mate when you want them to.”

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

The place is compared to a volcano: Whose grisly top Belched fire and rolling smoke; the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf, undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic ore The work of sulphur. The “torrid clime vaulted with fire” naturally produced intense heat. The dry land is solid fire just as the lake is of liquid fire. the fiery land with the bottom of the burning Pylorus or Aetna which is torn From its base by a violent underground wind and, on catching fire, converts solid minerals into vapour and blown off rocks. What is left is a burnt surface at the bottom, all wrapped up in smoke and foul smell.

He heard Liam knocking on Jackson’s door and Jackson’s grumbled complaint in response and he smiled. “Can you show me how to make coffee?” Wren asked Margaret when he heard Jackson’s door swing open and Liam’s laugh. Margaret showed him the pot and how to measure the powder into the filter. It had just finished dripping when Kia’s voice joined Liam and Jackson. Their footsteps left the room and were heading for the lobby.

“He’s caring, respectful, sweet. And good looking! I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s like now, for the first time in a long while, I’m actually happy. I am actually happily in love with a man who also loves me and treats me like a goddess.” Ugh! Those were her words that truly vexed me. “Right. Lucky.” “You’re right.” She giggled and went on rambling about how much she loves him. Her voice faded away as I thought of the chaos that would take place if our secrets get out. Irritated by my own stupidity, I slammed the plate back down onto the table, breaking it in half . “For the love of God, just stop!” She blinked, as if truly confused. “What?”

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Damien's POV. "Mercedes, are you insane or what?" I asked, not mincing words. "What is wrong with you?" "Damien, I thought I could stop loving you after our breakup but I never did. When I saw you in that reunion and felt your kissable lips, I couldn't hold back the surge of affection in my heart," Mercedes said, touching her chest. "When I kissed you, all our memories came rushing to my mind like a flood. I have never felt such intense emotion in my life. My boyfriend never affected me like you did with just one appearance,"

“Dear, listen. This is not truly your son speaking. Melanie’s power lives inside him, twisting his heart.” “Then tell me how to break it,” I pleaded. “Please.” He looked at me for a long moment before speaking. “There’s only one way. Love him. No matter what he does to you, love him harder.” I blinked, confused. “Love him? But he….” “Yes,” Metatron interrupted gently. “Love breaks spells stronger than hatred ever could. If you meet his hate with anger, Melanie wins. But if you show him love, you might reach the part of him that still remembers who you are.”