Novel & Cerita My Darling Sick Beauty

I jerk up my head to stop myself from this emotional fleet. Damn, she really knows how to get me. "I love you, babe," I said, brushing my thumb on her lips. "And I love you too, babe." "Damn it, why should we go now," I whispered again. "Hold it for a little longer, Drew. We're almost finished," she responds in a whisper. I held her hand tightly again and kissed the back of her palm. "What makes you happy, Mr. DM?" another one asked. I swallowed hard and stared at Beauty. "What makes me happy is Beauty. . . If she's happy, then I am happy, too. Her happiness is mine, and that's all that matters."

"You unworthy riffraff! I can see you've grown wings", Mrs Caroline, my mother in-law snapped, focusing every ounce of her strength as she addressed me with disdain. "Who gave you the right to talk to my daughter in such manner? Because we gave you the privilege to sit at table with us?" ~~~~~~~~ Bella's only mistake in life was offering herself as Alex's bride after Linda, his betrothed, ditched him on their wedding day. She thought it was an opportunity for the man she's always loved since college, to finally notice her and fall for her. But her fantasy crumbled into three years of being treated like trash by a husband who saw her as nothing but a st

] Those three words were the only ones that appeared on Rose's phone. She smirked with an evil smile. 'It was time he completed his work. You worthless slut, you will suffer. You will see. I won't let you snatch my man and my position. Who do you think you are?' She was laughing inside while keeping a sad profile when the old Madam came back. "Rose, darling, let's go." The old madam looked at the pitiful and gentle girl still on the couch. However, that stupid expression was not enough to manipulate the old woman. She had seen many gentle-looking ladies in her life. How can she not know the one before her?

“I'm Tristan Luchavez. I thought you knew me, or is this part of the show? If it is, then it's working. I didn't know you were this beautiful. I always decline such invites, and now I kind of regret it.” I couldn't quite follow what he was saying. Tristan... I have to remember that, then forget it tomorrow. His name was sexy as hell. He dreamily set his eyes on me. I don't know why, but there was something in me dancing with happiness at the sight of him, looking at me like I was a precious gem. “Martha, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Tristan took my hand and shifted on the bed. He guided my back down onto the mattress.

"You called him 'daddy,' didn't you? You're telling me that wasn't what you wanted? You dressed so sexy tonight just so you could pick up more guys at the bar and satisfy your filthy desires." I broke down completely. Yes, I had called Axel "daddy." But I never once thought about picking up other men at the bar. Did he think I was born a slut? Calling a stranger "daddy" like that? For a moment, I felt dizzy, unhinged. Maybe my boyfriend had a point. Maybe I really was insatiable. His small size had always weighed on me like a disease, carved deep into my heart. I'd often craved a man who could truly satisfy my body.

It was still a mystery to her as to how a simple girl like her, caught his evil eyes. Killian gently wiped her tear while looking at her tenderly. "You are not ordinary, Bella. You are bewitching. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he gently pressed his lips onto hers and closed his eyes in ecstasy, adoring the softness of her fuller lips against his.

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

She bucked her hips, thrusting her core onto his hand and moaning at the pure sweetness of the sensation. Then he withdrew his fingers and brought his mouth to her ear. He saw her eyes shut, tears soaking her cheeks. “Turn over, Sweetheart.” Her body shuddered and she obeyed, turning onto her back and presenting her feverish body to him again. Her eyes were shut and she didn’t see that he had already freed his hardness that was straining in his briefs, ready for action. “You’re wicked.” she moaned softly. “I’m going to die.”