Novel Sekertaris Ku Canduku Mga Nobela at Kwento

you can think of. And stay tuned because book three: Before Hazel, will feature the five years of Hazel’s life as his secretary, and will capture things from Alan’s pov and Hazel’s (including all the things Hazel missed, like her asshole boss’ crush on her, and how she started as a stripper, and what led to her final straw the day she quit being his secretary) but for now stick around for EVE AND ADAM (ft so many scenes of Hazel and Alan) see ya x !

Uncle William asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Because I’ve been living a double life for too long.” Everyone was confused by his frank answer. “Double life?” Madelyn echoed. “Yes, the truth is that I’m not actually a bodyguard or head of security.” They shared looks, but no one said a word, waiting for him to continue, “I was never a gambler, yes I spent a lot of time at the casino, but that’s because I was a back-office employee and I worked the afternoon shift.” Aunt Eleanor shook her head, unwilling to believe what he was saying.

There was no one at the secretary post, else the bitch would have stopped me. I flung the door open, but then scoffed with the sight I saw. The secretary I was talking about was kneeling in front of Diego while she took his dick in her mouth. A slut! And an asshole! They fits. Only Keira doesn't fit. The girl was just too innocent. Diego's eyes widened when he saw me, sliding his cock back into his trousers, while the secretary scrambled out of the room. "You like it when your secretary is the one who takes your cock in her mouth and not your wife?" I asked, walking to him in a hurry. My gaze darkening the more as I approached him.

Brooke then hurried down to the end of the hall to her room, closing the door behind her. Brooke had found herself staring at a file with Kahlan's name on it. Damon did indeed lie to her. Why keep it a secret? She wondered if she should open it and look at whatever was inside. She lay on her bed, sitting up on her elbows. She took a deep breath and opened it. It was yellow pages at first, all with Damon's messy handwriting. It was his notes. She could make out a few of the sentences, and began reading aloud.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

Declan's hands are clasped as he waits for the traffic to move ahead as he paves the way to the Velasquez Empire. Hopefully, Tuttin, whose codename is only engraved on its serial number, is now in the office. "Excuse me, sir, do you have anything to request? Sir Cladmus Velasquez is in the meeting this time, so no one is allowed to enter upstairs even without permission—" "Can you find Cladmus Velasquez's secretary?" "Do you happen to be looking for Marcus Castillo?" "Marcus Castillo?" "Yes, he is Sir Clad's long-serving secretary, as well as a multi-tasker and expert in everything."

I’ll keep it a secret for now. Better to let him have whatever happiness he can for another day. The following two weeks passed. Whenever Jerry asked who the new secretary was, Candice would always dodge the question or change the subject. Those two weeks were remarkably peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that it felt as though her life had returned to its normal tracks. The terrifying, bizarre events of the past felt like a dream—including the revelation that she was the Eldest Miss of the Lawrence family.

“That’s not really the point that I am making here.” Candice looked at me and her gaze spoke a thousand words. “I think it is important to Sutton,” Candice said firmly. He looked at her with scorn. “This isn’t any of your business.” He turned to me. “Does your secretary have to be here for this?” I dug my nails into my hands. “First off, Candice is not my secretary. Second, she makes more in a month than you do in an entire year, so you may want to rethink how you talk to her. And third, what in the fuck happened to Max?”

I stepped into the open elevator with Acelin hot on my heels. "We're Incubi, not monsters," he said, exasperated. "Wow! Didn’t know there was a difference." I sighed and rubbed two fingers on my throbbing temples. "Why are you here, brother? Certainly not to discriminate between Incubi and monsters at this hour of the night?" "No." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's about your new secretary." I turned to face him sharply. "I don't need a new secretary. I think I'd told you and everyone else that specifically."

Secretary, he knows I’m Mr Xavier’s Secretary then maybe I’m getting kidnapped instead of being raped. “Please sir, I don’t have anything on me and as you just said, I’m just a secretary, so please don’t kidnap me.” I begged, and he laughed. “What the hell! Kidnap you, is that how you see me, an abductor. What are you doing here, the club is that way and not this way, Miss Brown.” He adds. “Let me go.” I heard Maddy screams and I gasped, coming back to my senses.