Mr Love Novels & Stories

He wrapped himself in a throw blanket he had found on the couch, and he stood there staring into the fire, quietly reflecting on the events of the last few months. The scenes of his girl Hallie running away with his best friend, Zeek. Della and Caine and Becky, and the total downfall of his reign. That, along with all of the rest of the absolute life - changing bullshit he had recently been through, all flashed behind his eyes and took his thoughts to an even darker place. He just couldn't believe that he had allowed things to go the way that they did. How in the hell did he get himself into all of this shit? Fucking Robert, that's how. Just thinking about that slimy bastard made Mister want

No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty. When she finally stood before me, Mrs. Moore smiled arrogantly at me and waited. When she didn’t sit on the stool beside mine, I raised a brow and took my old-fashion for another sip. “I didn’t get us a table because you’ll not stay long enough for one,” I said drily after I swallowed. “Good,” Mrs. Moore answered in her posh England accent. “I have plans for my evening.” She didn’t remove her coat and cleaned the stool with a wipe produced from her handbag before sitting down. After that, she ordered herself a Martini and turned to face me.

that's the name of the man who looks quite handsome with charming blonde hair. "I am impressed that you were able to receive a special recommendation from him, even though Professor Stevenson is a very selective person. That means, Miss Morales is a great person!" "No, I'm not that great," she said who although she pretended to reject the compliments, but deep inside she was happy. "Okay, I've received the letter! By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Claude Robinson, the manager at Number One television station. I'll pass it on to the Director, so Miss Morales can wait three days. How about that?"

] He throw his hands over me and hugged me passionately, “Being with you in arms, is the greatest thing that will happen to me” Oh fuck it!! I really don't want to do this right now but this man has started his usual rampage of tempting my brain. He moved from kissing me to licking my lips then suddenly, a knock came from behind the door.... He didn't stop and the knock continued, “Clark, let me go check” I said trying to wiggle but he's become more hot and possessive not wanting to let me go. “Clark…. Sorin might need something” He stopped abruptly. I guess Sorin is the only one that can make him this flustered. I don't know why he hates to hear his brother's name. “I said don't mention his

Mr Brooks ordered Ray, who later left the study room without turning back. Immediately after Ray left, Mr Brooks' face turned scary and dangerous!. “I'll deal with that bastard child myself! How dare Debbie lie to me that she's my daughter?! In fact, I'll kill Kelly for being nosy in my business! How dare she know about my dark secret!”. He declared, before he destroyed his desk in anger.

The speaker receded back and give room to the sexy man who I suspected was the boss but as he moved closer,bent to my height, it hit me hard, the mask had little suspense to his presumably gorgeous face, men with that body are down to earth, I know because I have dated the sexy lord himself, Damian Moore, the bastard who think tossing me over should be his agenda, well he will pay for it. "What do you do" The man spoke furiously , I hated how cowardly I look, but then I blamed it on their numbers. "I'm Roy, a singer, you making great mistakes making me go through this, y'all gonna pay for it" I said slowly and saw his boys gritted their teeth, and an unpleasant roar followed, filling me up w

I received long hugs and reassuring words from every single one of them. Uncle Moretti’s wife even cried. They all smell like old money and generational wealth. The kind that never runs out. Oh, and I have a famous uncle. Morris Machiavelli, the CEO of Morris Motors. There are billboards of his luxurious car company all over New York City. I’m pretty sure the Montessori’s have mentioned him once or twice. All my life, I’ve felt lonely and rejected and useless, but two hours in the company of people who truly love me changed all of that.

As expected, a reporter spoke up at once, “Everyone knows that President Moore is the most eligible and wealthy bachelor in Mauve City. What’s your impression of him? Will your relationship with him progress from friendship to something else?” Rhode instantly blushed after hearing what the reporter said. She wanted to say something, but could not bring herself to do so. “President Moore is a really good person. However, we’re just friends. I hope that all of you won’t speculate things without reason. The press conference will come to an end here!” After speaking, she got up and walked backstage.

Mister said. "Joy...Joy is my problem. What if that's her???" Robert asked, almost hysterically. "Get a grip man, are you really that afraid of your wife? Besides, how could she know where we are?" Mister laughed into his ear. Robert got pissed. Was this guy kidding him, or had he really done absolutely zero research before he got into this deal in the first place. 'F*cking incredible,' Robert huffed to himself.

Mike and Rob are old friends; I first met them when I just started stripping and had to do table dance for them; we used to be inseparable, but then Mike got married to that bat, and Rob had to take over the family business, not the kind of business that you operate in the open, he is one of the biggest mafia bosses in the city. An hour later, I pull into the parking lot of Mavericks. Mike meets me outside. “Kay, it is great to see you.” “It is awesome to see your crazy ass too. This place is amazing; where is he?” “He does not know you are coming; stand behind his skinny ass, so he does not see you.” Walking up to the bar, I can see Rob standing there with his back towards us; when did he g