My Darling Sick Beauty Novels & Stories

I whispered, forcing the words out, trying to sound cold and convincing, but if there was anything i suck at, it was obviously convincing grey otherwise. His lips twitched, not quite a smile, but something infinitely more dangerous. “A mistake you didn’t pull away from for a very long time, Cara Mia.” He used the nickname 'My Darling' with a devastating casualness that felt like a deliberate attack. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me you felt nothing because i can see right through you.”

—————————— “ sweetheart “ His deep voice rung in her ears as a small nervous smile appeared on her lips. She was standing and she felt Dominic behind her. He had his arm around her waist and she was not able to see because she was blindfolded. “ a punishment for making me desperate “ Her breathing got heavier as he slowly placed a wet gentle kiss on her bare shoulder making her smile. “ feel it all , darling “

, she replied, joining in the laugh. "But you, my darling, are beautiful. Damn! You must have been created on a day called beauty day. Your excellent beauty drives me insane, I dare not look into your eyes. You're so pretty, I can't deny it. The aura of your beauty has no rival. How can there be? You were especially beautified by the creator, Sheila and I don't think another woman can beat your chances on this Earth for if there is any other girl more beautiful than you are, she must be from another planet that does not exist! And if I should quote the great poet, King Solomon, you're as beautiful as the draperies in Solomon's palace, second to none, a wildflower in Sharon, a lily in a mount

In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man. It would be a lie to say that I didn't miss it, but I had spent all these years raising Yvonne, making sure she grew up in a loving home. I'd sent her to the best dance school so that she would have a chance for success instead of following in her mother's footsteps. How could I have any desire for her best friend in this situation? I pushed Hermione off of me. "How much for a night with you?" "2,000 dollars if it's quick. 3,000 for the whole night, but you can only do it three times."

I took a step back, surveying my work with quiet satisfaction. It wasn’t long before Darling emerged first. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands escaping to frame her face just so. She was wearing a loose night shirt that made my jaw drop: in bold letters across the chest it read, “Hey! Big Tits Save Lives.” I nearly choked on my drink just reading it. She had that effect on me, every interaction with her was like a jolt to my senses, keeping me on edge, keeping me alert, keeping me… alive in ways I didn’t fully understand. Her presence alone was intoxicating. And the sweet, subtle scent she carried was still addictive, grounding me and making every part of me aware of her. “Did Rome

They exchanged a guilty glance. Darling tried to recover quickly. “We… um… cleaned the part you can see. The rest is artistically arranged chaos.” I burst into laughter. “Artistically arranged, huh?” “Yes!” Darling beamed. “We worked very hard.” Paris’s sunlight caught his curls, turning them golden. Dillion looked exactly like him—same eyes, same smile—but Darling was the more dramatic one, while Dillion carried a quiet confidence, a steadiness I admired deeply. I shook my head and sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. Shopping it is.”

She was very beautiful even while dressed so casually. Then he remembered the sweet smile she flashed him and he could feel his heart warming up. He knew he was a goner. He wanted her by his side and he would do anything to achieve that. Widely known as the most unscrupulous business man in town who could do anything for profits,he swore that this time, he'll do everything to have her. It didn't matter if he had to lay a trap for her. As long as he could get her by his side,he was willing to add more to his sins.

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."

Love for this moment. She closed her eyes with a deep smile, and the heart machine started beeping. "Mom, mom, mom! Somebody, please get the doctor! Something is happening! She's going, she's going! Get the doctor, get the doctor! You can't leave me, mom! You can't leave me! You promised! You promised never to leave! If you leave, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you or myself! Please don't leave! Please! I love you! Don't leave me!" Beauty kept shaking her, hoping for her to wake up again, but the machine kept beeping loudly. The doctors rushed in and managed to force them all out so they could try to revive her again, but it was already too late.

Beauty’s apartment was a contradiction sleek designer furniture against walls painted a deep, dangerous crimson. The curtains were drawn tight, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and smoke. She moved like a cat through the dim light, glass of wine in hand, the city’s chaos muted behind thick drapes. Marcus was in her armchair, his shirt damp from the rain, a smirk playing on his lips. “You enjoyed that little performance,” he said. Beauty took a slow sip. “Of course. I needed Jack to see you alive. I needed him unsettled.”