Mr. fu's irresistible ex Novels & Stories

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“Have you еvеr turnеd mе dоwn? Yоu knоw I’m іrrеѕіѕtіblе.” “Ugh, I hate tо аdmіt іt but it’s true.” Thеrе wаѕ nо denying іt. “Lіkе I ѕаіd irresistible.” He ѕmіrkеd. I rоllеd mу еуеѕ. “I thіnk уоur head іѕ growing. Arе sure you саn fit thrоugh thе mаrԛuее when we lеаvе?”

, Alex's voice was sharp and cold like a sword. Father Fu shivered as he saw him sit on the chair beside him. Alex's godlike face carried a vibe as if he's saying 'I'm here to settle scores.' Father Fu was feeling uneasy yet he managed to control his emotions. "Mr.Alex it is already a great day we could meet you. My...My Fu Yi is a big fan of yours. Let me call him.", Father Fu spoke as he turned his head to see Fu Yi who's standing like a statue in front of the stairs.

He began, going straight to the point. "Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows, clearly not understanding what was going on. "Need me how?" "Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands."

She opened her eyes and looked up. An umbrella blocked the downpour. A man stood beside her, holding it over both of them. He was tall, maybe late twenties, with dark hair and sharper features. His suit was expensive, perfectly tailored, and somehow still dry despite the storm. He looked at her with an expression she could not read. Not pity. Not judgment. Something else entirely. "Christiana Vale," he said. It was not a question. She stared at him, rain dripping from her chin. "Who are you?" His mouth curved into something that might have been a smile. "Julian Frost.”

The fiery heat that burned his tongue must have been enormous because he punched himself into his chest, coughing. "I think we have the winner for Blazing Storm. Chili, ginger, passionfruit, pecans and one snappy vampire." "You're an asshole." I hissed at him, slamming the fork against the table and granting us several curious looks from the neighboring tables. "Yeah, heard that one before. You know what a nice change would be? Something without your bitchy attitude. Something sweet, tender and quiet. You think you can pick such a bite for me? And we will write it on that dumb list as Aiden's Silent Wish."

IRIS I walked as fast as my legs would go without running from his office. My body was burning inside. He ignited a fire in me like I had never felt before. He called me "sweet Iris" and I could swear he almost called me baby. I wasn't imagining it, this gorgeous older man, wanted me. He made me nervous. I wasn't uncomfortable or afraid in that closed office with him. Even when he touched me, I was excited but calm. I had never experienced what he made me feel in there, it was intense. Suddenly my phone was ringing, reminding me of the club event. I looked down to see a missed message from Adam as well. This is who I should have an interest in. The nice goofy guy who is my age, not the myste

"For you, I'd become anyone." "You don't understand." I shook my head. "It's not about the face." "Then what is it?" Tommaso asked urgently. "Tell me. I can change." "You can't change this. You'll never be Marco, and you'll never be Dante." "Why?" he asked desperately. "How am I inferior to them?" "Because you don't love me," I stated matter-of-factly. "You're just uncomfortable with the change." Tommaso was struck by those words. He shouted, "I love you! I love you now!"

Thank you for believing in my work. And thank you for making IRRESISTIBLE SIN something I will always look back on with pride and gratitude.

"And sometimes I meet someone who belongs in it." I stood in the lobby of Vivienne Tucker Creative Studios and looked at this man, this patient, steady, warm, quietly extraordinary man and felt something move through me that I still didn't have a complete name for but was no longer afraid of. "You amaze me," I said. "Every single time. I genuinely don't know how to thank you for any of this." He pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against and took a step toward me, and the look that crossed his face was warm and slow and deliberately, beautifully wicked.