My Dear Lass Novels & Stories

I’ll never look at a full moon the same way again. My heart lurched to find Skylar asleep under the red tartan blanket. Dee held one of her slender hands, tenderly stroking her short brown hair with the other. Mireille walked towards me, holding cups of soup and bread. “Eat, please,” trying not to wrinkle her nose at the burning stench. Declan bent over and placed kisses on the top of Dee and Skylar’s heads in farewell. I noticed her vile red corset had been replaced with soft cotton pyjamas and felt the tightness in my chest begin to unwind.

“You only love the fool who revolved around you, who was always waiting for you to come home. You love the feeling of being unconditionally adored.” “You don’t love me. You just can’t stand the taste of being abandoned.” “Caius, do you know what the saddest part is?” I bent down, my lips close to his ear, and whispered: “After hearing all your explanations, all your apologies, all your promises… I feel nothing. In fact, I almost want to laugh.” “I, Larissa Devereux, do not pick through another’s scraps. Especially not something as poisoned and worthless as you.”

The man’s eyes blazed at the suggestion, but in the blink of an eye, his hesitation stopped him. “Madam Rouge told me never to take it off, sweetheart…” “I-It’s… okay… Take it off… K-K-Kiss me…” Deirdre was slurring through a bloody foam. Her voice was quivering, but to the ears of a red-blooded man in flames, it was as if she was mewing in welcome. She had such a mellifluous voice. A lithe body so fine that her appearance must surely reflect this even if she did not look like a literal goddess.

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,

Lazarus growled, his fingers darting to my clit and rubbing fierce circles while fucking me harder that my body lurched forward. “Fuck!” I screamed, “I’m gonna cum.” “You don’t come without my permission.” He rebuked, his other palm capturing my breast and twisting my nipples painfully hard. “Please.” I sobbed. “Who owns you?” He asked, his voice deep and steeped in malevolence. “Lazarus De Loughrey.” I cry out with a loud moan. “Come for me Ma Cherie.” He commanded in that whiskey laced voice.

Déjà vu. As Lilian wore my makeup, she hummed a little Italian song. I had heard Lachlan humming that song one day when we were together. “What is that song?” I asked as she blended the foundation with my skin. “Oh, it's the theme song of my favourite movie, Il bel principe, The Handsome Prince. It's a very amazing movie. The last episode aired yesterday.” She smiled. “Yesterday, you say?” My eyes went round. “Yes,” she dropped her lower lip, and I followed suit so she would apply my lipstick. “It's also Sir Lachlan's favourite movie.”

The show had to go on. I stood up with a glass of wine in my hand and laughed scornfully at him. "You're already so poor, and you also have an old mother who's severely ill. You want me to go home with you? For what? "To go home to serve your mother? You want me to go home and pay off your debts with you? "You're dreaming, Ansel!" I poured the wine all over him. Ansel's shoulders shook as he listened to me humiliate him. He turned around and left.

"Finally!... Now get well quickly. You have preparations to do... It's my wedding..." "Of course... " He chuckled. "BELLA!" I heard familiar chores. All my siblings came running towards me and buried me under their small bodies. I would be lying if i say that i didn't miss them. After all i have raised them. "Where were you?... Dad said you died" Jack, the smallest one said with pout. "No! I didn't..." I hugged and kissed his chubby cheeks. "We missed you..." Lara said, she is second last but she is smart.

His bad mood was worse than ever, and I was sure it had something to do with the call he received yesterday. I got up, annoyed, took a quick shower, and dressed in jeans, a blouse, and a jacket. My eyes were still almost closed from sleep as I washed my face and heard a knock on the door. Who could it be? "Senhora, buongiorno." "Good morning, Clara," I smiled. "But you don't need to call me 'senhora'; you can just call me Emma." "The senhora is the Don's wife; we must treat her with respect. Anyway, I brought breakfast at Mr. DeLuca's request."

I want you in a dress girlfriend and as I's the bride you are gonna do what it is I want. They collapsed onto one of the plush sofas all these bride shops seemed to have clinked their champagne glasses and drank the fizzy wine down in one gulp, giggling when the bubbles went up their noses. Mylene got to her feet dragging Lissa with her. 'Come on, there has to be something you like in this place.' Lissa shifted her feet guiltily and licked her dry lips before answering her friend honestly, ‘Mylene, please, the scar on my le