Romans & histoires My Stand In Novel

That dress looked uncomfortable to sleep in, so I helped her out of it. My stiff dick this morning had nothing to do with thoughts of the swells of her tits covered by nothing but a bra. Fuck the fucking bra. Two nights ago I was attacking those tits with my mouth and hands. Nope. Stop. No thinking about our one night stand. Once off. Had to be. Wouldn't happen again. Did she ever not wear a fucking thong? I found myself wanting to take her with me to Cupid's Cove after all just so I could find out.

THE STANDOFF Cassandra stood frozen, her heart pounding in her ears as she stared down the barrel of Marcus's gun. She could feel the cold steel pressing against her chest, the weight of the moment bearing down on her like a ton of bricks. This was it - the moment she had always feared, the end that she had tried so hard to avoid. And yet, even as she faced her own mortality, she refused to cower or beg. She met Marcus's gaze head-on, her jaw set with defiance as she braced herself for the inevitable.

“Can you stand?” “Define ‘stand,’” I croaked. He offered a hand. I didn’t take it. But I let him help me up.

Stanley stood tall by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his long legs and imposing figure casting a shadow in the room. His cold, dark eyes seemed as if they were pools of ink—deep, distant, and dangerous. "Do you think this can be solved with just an apology? You should leave."

"Okay, what do you want to trade for the space? I have to eat now. Haven't had anything since last Tuesday.” Stand shook his head as he folded his arms. "I ain't giving up my space for nothing.” He froze and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Unless, you let me have you for one night, Mira.” I could sell my body to anyone for drugs or food… or anything really, but Stan was where I drew the line. “Not happening, Stan." “Come on," Stan whined. “I'd just stick it in and pull it out before you notice."

Since Aaron wanted war, then it was time to unleash it. I stood up firmly, my hands still buried in my pockets, but the moment I turned, Nova was standing by the stairs, her legs quivering beneath my big polo. My breath hitched, and I stood there, and for a weird reason, I could not bring myself to move. All I did was stand and stare at Nova… at the lady who has won me over with her charm. My eyes moved gently around her body, noticing the way her legs trembled beneath my polo that was almost grazing her knees.

Everything I thought I knew about the true danger circling us violently shifted. Stan stood there patiently waiting, his eyes still openly pleading, and for the very first time since he’d initially shown up, I absolutely didn’t truly know what I should completely believe about this situation.

Now that she causes drama after drama, how can she survive all the judgment people cast against her? Again, this novel could be read as "stand-alone" and you don't have to read His Fragile Flame to understand the whole story because this has different premise and plotline. I hope you'll like it and enjoy reading. Love lots♡ Reminder: This book might contain possible errors and inconsistencies. It will be edited soon once I've finished the whole book.

Two years ago, I drank until I threw up just to secure a business deal for Daniel. When we were driving home, my stomach hurt so much that a layer of cold sweat formed all over my body. Even when I was so unwell, Daniel prohibited me from throwing up in his car very sternly. However, it seems that his supposed severe obsession with cleanliness could be easily disregarded for the woman he truly loved. I slammed the car door shut and slid into the back seat. Daniel glanced over his shoulder and asked, "Why aren't you sitting in the front?"