Mills & Boon Novels & Stories

“I know why you invited me. I just don’t like the odds—your odds.” “Mr. Knight, you don’t even know our odds yet.” “Really?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Mila cannot compete with Nicolai.” “Eighteen percent of the stakes are waiting to be claimed by her in two weeks. My vote won’t matter much unless you have a way to make her surrender them. Traditionally, the board will choose her—not just because she’s the better option on paper, but because of her lineage. Not to mention, Mila's grandfather made it clear from an early stage with a media statement that she is the heiress to Anderson Group of Companies. Meanwhile, Nicolai is just…” Killian’s voice was laced with mockery, “…an outsider.

KNIGHT MANSION Eleanor paced the room, her mobile pressed tightly against her ear, while Millie’s voice echoed with concern. “Millie, calm down,” Eleanor urged, her tone firm yet reassuring. “I'll talk to Mr. Smith. And no, your job is not at risk. I won't find another Professional Assistant like you." Millie, Eleanor’s trusted Personal Assistant, had called again with updates on their client, Mr. Smith. The upcoming shoot for a baby care product was crucial, with significant funds already invested. Eleanor couldn't afford to cancel the contract, not just financially but also for her career's sake.

Panic surged through him and his eyes budged out like they would fall out of their sockets when he heard my surname. “Mr. Moretti? Oh no, I-I am s-so sor-sorry sir. I didn’t know Isabelle here is your woman. I-I, please, don’t let it get to that sir. I will tender my immediate apology to her right this instance” he stuttered out his words, begging me not to take any actions against him. I took my phone from my ear and looked at Isabelle. “What do you think honey?” Isabelle smiled and looked at the man. “I will be expecting the letter at my boyfriend’s mansion later this evening, Mr. Darren” I saw a smirk play on her lips and it made me chuckle. I don’t know why but it did.

He brought up his right hand and ran a finger over the small tattoo, indirectly touching her boob. Helen slapped her Boss’s hand away from her chest area and tried to escape from his hold but Adam wasn’t having it. “Let go of me,” She groaned, about to start hitting his chest but he held her hands still to her side. Adam leaned closer to her, he was about to place a soft kiss on Kara’s forehead but she turned her head so the kiss landed on her face. “You don’t know how happy I am,” Adam whispered. Helen frowned. “Knowing you’re still attracted to me!”

“We rebuild. We move forward.” His hand covered mine on the table. “With you by my side?” I met his gaze, steady and sure. “Always.” He lifted our hands, pressing a kiss against my knuckles.“Then let’s start.”And just like that— The future belonged to us. The End of a War, The Beginning of Something Greater Cassandra had spent her life building power through deception. I had spent mine proving that the truth, no matter how difficult, was always stronger. And in the end—The truth had won.

"It's my going-away party, but you just sat on the sidelines instead of dancing with me." "Oh? And what is it that we're doing now?" Milly asked, pulling away from Ray's chest to give his boyfriend a raised eyebrow. "Where'd you get all the sass, baby?" Milly chuckled before she captured Ray's mouth with her own and pressed her body against Ray. She parted his lips, letting Ray know what she wanted. It wasn't long before Ray's tongue entered her mouth, exploring everywhere. She could feel Ray's hand slipping under her shirt when they heard someone clearing their throat. It was Torry. She groaned, burying her face against Ray's chest. She could feel her face heating up.

Suddenly, my body was ready for more pleasure and I yearned to take him inside of me again. “Let me do you from behind, Mila…” Prince Leonard said with a hint of pleading in his tone. I found that so adorable about him and I had to admit that it turned me on even more than before. The thrill of being taken from behind from the prince entered my mind when I recalled our past mating experiences. Without knowing the reason, my body began burning hotter than before. The area on my shoulder, where the prince had bit me, began to throb and burn with heat. My heart raced as the prince helped me to get into position. I got onto my elbows and knees and readied myself for his entrance.

“No secrets. No lies.” She looked up at him. “I’ll still argue with you.” “Good,” he whispered. “Otherwise I’d think I fell for the wrong Milli.” She kissed him hard, crowd below screaming. Flashbulbs captured it all. The real billionaire. The girl who never needed saving. And the empire they burned down—together.

His hand never stops his torturous touches, one hand going down south to cup the juncture between her thighs, the other reaching beneath the gown and starting to play with her pebbled nipple. “Oh,” is the only word that Mia gets out of her mouth. She never ceases to amaze at how quickly he could ignite her body. She tilts her head to rest on his shoulder and gives in to being his wanton plaything. Footsteps echo in the hallway and then a knock sounds at their door, jolting Mia out of the fog of lust. “Boss, haven’t you freshened up? I cannot wait to pop the champagne. Come on, let’s get the party started. I have a date tonight after the party. Hot date.” Jack whines.

Soft music played in the background, creating an ambiance of tranquility and romance. Shanaya then turned her attention to the balcony, where she had transformed the space into a cozy outdoor retreat. She arranged a table for two, draped in a crisp white tablecloth, and adorned it with flickering candles and a bouquet of yellow tulips. The cool evening breeze rustled the fabric, creating an enchanting atmosphere that whispered of whispered promises and shared dreams. With everything set in place, Shanaya took a step back and admired her handiwork. Her heart fluttered with a tinge of nervousness.