Nine Ties Novels & Stories

He didn’t want her to stop. Cassie watched on as other random girls tried to dance with Aaron, twerking invitingly in front of him, and she couldn’t blame them, he was a sight for sore eyes after all. He had taken off his suit and tie while they were still in the booth, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and had rolled up his sleeves a little bit, making him look less corporately dressed and a bit more relaxed than when he was at the launch. He had the attention of the ladies on the dance floor and he did it effortlessly

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

I felt his teeth scrape along my skin, before sinking into it, leaving angry red marks behind. This was more like it. My hands left his ass and moved to his belt, undoing it and his pants in record time. Palming his erection, I squeezed hard, enjoying his involuntary thrust into my grasp. Moving from his dick, my hands tugged at the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it enough to pull it over his head. Then I started on his shirt, working the buttons through the holes as fast as possible. His mouth never left me. He nibbled along my skin until he reached my lips again. His arms wrapped tightly around my throat as he pulled back and looked at me, hungry and feral.

“I’ve got it under control.” Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “So you’ll still break her?” My throat tightened. “Yeah,” I said, slower this time. “I’ll break her.” But even as the words left my mouth, they felt wrong. Heavy. Poisoned. Levi clapped his hands once. “Alright, then! Back on track. Let’s get the final part rolling.” “What’s that?” Nina asked, leaning closer. Mason grinned. “Prom’s in next week. He gets her to fall harder. Then drops her in front of everyone.”

a deep voice commands from the other side. With a deep breath, I push open the door and step into the spacious office. Ethan is seated behind his polished glass desk, his dark hair perfectly tousled and his eyes focused on a set of blueprints. He glances up as I enter, and for a moment, I'm caught in the intensity of his gaze. It's like he's studying me, peeling back the layers to see who I really am.

"I was wrong, Leticia. I was so wrong. I should never have made you wait so many times. I should never have let Angelina come between us. I should never have left you when you needed me most. He dropped to his knees. The don of the Colombo family, the youngest head among the five great mafia families, knelt in front of me before everyone. "Come back with me." Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. "We will start over. I promise I will marry you this time. No delays. No interruptions. No one between us." The garden fell silent. Everyone watched. I looked down at the man kneeling at my feet and felt nothing. "James," I said, my voice as still as dead water. "Do you know how ugly you look kne

When I said nothing, Tracie suddenly grabbed Elton's arm and hissed at me, "Since we've cleared things up, you owe Elton an apology. He's a guest, and no one just walks in and starts accusing a guest like that! Do you even want this marriage to work or not?" Elton quickly waved his hands. "No need to apologize. Jonas just cares about you." He looked up with a stubborn expression, revealing the bright red hickeys on his neck. When Tracie wasn't looking, he shot me a smug, triumphant look, though his voice sounded pitiful. "Still, today was just a misunderstanding. I only came to deliver a wedding gift." He took out a photo album from his jacket. The moment it opened, page after page of photos

"You couldn't manage five minutes of 'blushing groom' for the people who pay your dividends?" I leaned back against the railing, crossing my arms. "I thought you said we were being efficient, Xavier. Faking a soulmate connection is a waste of billable hours. Besides," I reached out, my finger tracing the edge of his perfectly straight tie, "the staff already knows you have the emotional range of a spreadsheet. Why confuse them now?" Xavier grabbed my hand, pinning it against the elevator wall. His face was inches from mine, his eyes dark with that same predatory hunger from the night before.

Minutes after Danica worked out of the airport, a convoy pulled over and a lot of men stepped out of the car. People came to a halt instantly, knowing that they were either there to escort someone in or escort someone out. Whoever it was had to be very rich with the flit of current cars lined up and men whose aura and build spoke of nothing but danger. Dressed in formal attires of black suits, shades and comms in their ears, they looked more like assassins than guards. All tall and huge to a fault, they looked both ravishing and dangerous to the core. The kind of danger that pulled women close. It was almost irresistible and it made them all frantic and excited to know who was coming or who

“You can have the position back under one condition that you must abide by." Against her better judgement, Madeline nodded, waiting for Robinson to tell her what decided her fate. “For the next seventy-two hours, you'll be under heavy scrutiny by me. You will make no mistake. Let me repeat this so you understand. You will not even a single mistake between those seventy-two hours, and whatever I say or ask of you do must be done. You have thrirty seconds to make a decision. I'll take your silence as disinterest."