Mono And Six Novels & Stories

Seb sighs "Honestly fuck this we kill Mahdia, James, and Jamal I know he's your brother and all but he gotta go boo," she says getting annoyed with all this "It's not that easy princess...Sebastian contacted Xavier Ivanov, Blake Martinez, and Alex Costa" He shoots his head up at me "I'm sorry you know those people" he states with disbelief "I own them" I shrug leaning back "Who are they" Zuri frowns looking at both of us "In this world of billionaires, you know we have the drug dealers, arms dealer is we have a hierarchy right so Blake is fourth, Xavier is third and Alex is second"

‘The mutt’s not wrong, they are getting louder in their attempts to break the barrier, and we still don’t know how they knew to attack six months ago,’ the baritone was both mocking and serious and belonged solely to her wiccan twin, Isaac Winters. Though they were twins, they looked nothing alike; his lips were thick and full, his eyes the color of warm amber, and his hair the color of chestnut, short and wild with curls he had inherited from their mother. He, like all the men in this room, towered over her five-foot-four inches with an impressive six-foot-one stature, his own olive skin tone a perfect match to their mother’s. ‘Don’t think I won't pummel you to the ground, Sabrina,’ Aiden s

She signed a contract to save her dying mother: $2M for 1 year as a billionaire’s fake wife. No feelings. No touching. No problems. Until *George Herbert* started amending the terms. Move into my penthouse. Come to the board dinner. Sleep in my bed. Now his ex and his rival have proof of their fake marriage. 24 hours to betray him... or lose everything. George caught her meeting them. His punishment? She doesn’t get the guest room anymore. "From now on, you sleep in my bed. If we’re going to lie, we’re going to sell it." Elena wanted money. She didn’t expect the devil to look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. He wanted a cont

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto