Mimosa Confessions Novels & Stories

I shut my eyes tightly hoping things would be back to the way they were once I opened them but alas! My coping instincts kicked in as I felt myself being swept by a wave of fury. I went to the street to look for the damn arsol! God help him for I do not know what will happen when I set my sights on him! I was so in love that I didn't pay any attention to the fact that he used pseudonyms on F******k and I*******m, the surname he had given me was probably not his own. Dazed, I walked down the street and found myself surrounded by the crowd, drowning in my thoughts until I finally realised that I would never find him. A sick feeling crept deep into the pit of my stomach and I stopped, tears fal

I can feel her shaking against my side, her big, innocent eyes blinking up at me in total confusion. I need to cut this down before she starts putting the pieces together. If she finds out I'm not Reid right now, this entire fun game is over, plus…I might be getting myself in trouble already, she does taste incredible. “Reid?” Jami whispers, her voice small and confused. “Who is she?” “Don't worry about it, Sweetgirl,” I say quickly, keeping my voice smooth as I slide my arm off her waist. I turn around and look at Marcus, shooting him a lethal glare that says *fix this right now.*

The assistant would get nothing good out of it. More importantly, Mimi was done being bound to Elias in any shape or form. She wanted to forget last night. She wanted the entire episode, and the man central to this disaster, completely wiped out from her memories. Mimi took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I’m not gonna tell you. I just can’t. You have to promise me that you’ll keep whatever you saw back there a secret and carry it to your grave,” she said, her eyes reddening. “Don’t cause a scene out of my sake, cause I don’t want it. And don’t tell the cops. Don’t do anything at all. Pretend it never happened. Don’t tell a soul anything contrary to that.”

The creature’s full head rose out of the darkness. Its eyes burned like molten iron. It opened its mouth. And it spoke in my voice again. “Melissa. I am here.” Her breath trembled. “Jamal… I see something. I think I see you.” “No,” I shouted. “That is not me. Do not go near it.” “Jamal. I do not know which one is you.” The chamber walls began to collapse. The gate cracked open wider. The mimic whispered once more. “She is stepping toward him.”

Mimi’s chest thudded so hard she thought her heart might leap out. No matter how much she shook her head, she couldn’t push away his words, the way he’d confessed still clung to her like smoke, heavy and impossible to escape. She pressed her lips together, trying to will it all away, but his voice kept echoing. “Mimi!” She jolted, shoulders snapping up, and spun toward the doorway. Rain stood there, arms folded tight across her chest, head shaking with clear disappointment.

he said. “Chris if my mom and your dad finds out, they are going to throw a fit and this isn’t just something they can get over, what we did is a taboo”. He just lay there, watching her with a knowing, smug expression. She fled to her room, shutting the door and leaning against it, her heart still racing. It can't happen again. But as she replayed every filthy, incredible second in her mind, her body still thrumming with aftershocks, she knew she was lying. The hunger he'd awakened wasn't going away. It was just getting started.

Zackarya shook her head at the soldier and the soldier opened the door fully for Conner's eyes to get widened. Amairah looked at door to see a beautiful young lady with tanned skin, raven black hair and green eyes entering the conference room. She was looking few weeks pregnant with a little baby bump as Amairah immediately realize who she was. She was Conner's mate, Celine. "F**K! What are you doing here?" Conner almost jumped over to her as she giggled seeing his reaction. "F**k! She can't travel in this condition you bastards." Conner screamed at Zackarya and Kaz who were smirking at him. This Conner was entirely different from the previous one.

How the best sex of my entire life happened in a cold interrogation room with two crooked cops I'd never met before. "Ask me tomorrow. Tonight I'm too fucked out to be properly outraged." Moran grins at that, the same wolfish smile he wore when he first touched me. He presses a card into my hand, plain white with just a phone number printed on it in black ink. "When you figure out your answer, give us a call. We're always looking for repeat customers. And you, sweetheart? You're definitely the repeating type." "What makes you so sure?"

I ask him and he seems to stutter a moment, thinking of what lie he is going to spin. “My other investors are silent. They trust me to run things. Besides, everyone knows you give the pretty girls drinks to get the big spenders into a club.” “I didn’t know that.” I sip my drink through the itty bitty straw and slide a little bit away from him. He slides closer and his smell wafts over with the movement. An evil combination of cologne, marijuana, and desperation. I stuck the lime wedge in my mouth and sucked to fight the wave of nausea.