My Darling Signed In Novels & Stories

curtain, the bass still throbbed, the crowd still danced, and two threads of the same night — one drenched in gin and reckless charm, the other in blood and quiet obsession, moved closer to each other without either side realizing it yet. The crimson lily was still out there. And Elison Floris had just decided he would find it.

I picked the call, and answered, “Hello?” “Hello, Trinity.” Samira’s voice came. “I have a report for you, but I’m not sure if it’s something important to you.” “Spit it out. I’m in the middle of something right now.” I answered impatiently. “Well, Mr. Darnell bought an expensive dinner dress, shoes and jewelry for the surrogate. The beautician will be here to prepare her for the event they’re attending tonight.” She said. “He asked her to be his date.”

Skylar was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice the man who just entered. " these are the papers" he released a brown envelope on his desk. Damon glared at the paper and then at the girl sitting opposite him. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Her eyes met his, they were staring at each other when the door swung open." hello babe" Danis ran her heels jumping on his lap and giving him a long kiss on his lips " I miss you," she bluffed glancing at Skylar from the corner of her eyes. Now it was left for her to sign the damn papers and everything would once again turn back to her. Everything she stole from her is going to run back to her including Damon! A wicked smile formed on

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

Now she stood before him, alive, breathing, holding a marriage contract with the same sharp smile he had once mistaken for love. “Darling,” she said, gliding her voice across the stunned crowd, “I heard you are a man of time. Would you really make a beautiful woman like me wait and risk your perfect reputation?” Her red gown fell around her in a blaze. Every step she took felt to Damien like a blade being turned into his chest. “So,” she tilted her head, the motion casual and lethal, “what do you say, Damien Blackthorne? Do you dare sign the document?” He said nothing. Not immediately.

“Elara….“ He managed and sprang up to his feet. His cock was still heavy and sticking out. She didn't say a word. She couldn't. She swallowed hard as her gaze fell to his cock, lingering far more than necessary. Her wolf jumped inside it—it's been long since she made love too. 'Claim,' she echoed. Elara's pussy was tingling with desire. She blinked her eyes, trying to stop herself from drooling. She bent down, picked up the document and stepped closer. She snapped her head to the side, extending it to him. “Here. Sign it.“ Damian knew what it was. His body grew weak that he couldn't even cover up. He didn't take it from her. His throat tightened but he forced himself to speak. “Elara…” he sa

the man opposite me said, he had on a warm smile as he slowly pulled out a pink book that somehow looks like a dairy, "Miss if you don't mind will you help me sign this for my daughter, she is a hard fan of yours and wouldn't let me rest, please I hope you wouldn't mind," he said pushing it in front of me, I was taken aback for awhile but went ahead to sign with the pen lying on the table, I was careful to just write Demetria's name with a line over the written words with of course, a full stop, a classic. "I thought you never sign, you were hugely against it for fear people might forge your signature" Amber butted in uninvited

But song after song passed; he never looked in my direction. My chest burned… Other men asked me to dance. I shook my head and told them I was tired. But I was not tired; rather, I was dying slowly. Later, the minister brought out the register. "Sign here," he said, pointing to the line. I looked around, and my mother was still smiling. My father was shaking hands with Damiano. I signed my name, Gabrielle Barone, now Mrs. Gabrielle DeLuca.Damiano signed too. The minister took the paper and pressed a stamp.

** she signs playfully. Damien smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. In one swift motion, he sits up, making her nearly tumble off him. His hands grip her waist firmly, pulling her back so close their noses almost touch. **What about now? A morning exercise followed by a warm shower sounds perfect.** Carol’s face flushes red, her hands pushing against his chest. **Damien!**she exclaims, flustered, but her protests are half-hearted. He doesn’t give her a chance to escape. Standing up, he scoops her into his arms effortlessly. **Let’s make the most of these last honeymoon hours,** he signs with a smirk, carrying her toward the bathroom.

I produced the dissolution agreement I had prepared in advance and said evenly, "Sign it, Darian." Darian stared at me, enunciating every word. "Don't come crying to me later, Grace." He grabbed the pen and signed his name in a swift stroke. A mocking smile spread across his face. "Don't forget — we're fated mates. Without me, do you really think you could ever love anyone else?" "Don't come crawling back begging me to take you." I didn't even bother to look at him. I tucked the agreement away and headed for the stairs.