One Day In December Kindle Novels & Stories

One Hundred Days. Hopefully, in the next 100 days I will be able to fuck whatever this is out of my system. Even the thought of it made me wet and wanting. What can I say? Everything about Damon was Irresistible, I was lost in my thoughts that I wasn't responding to kisses and so he had to pinch me drawing my attention back to our Kiss. "Awww" I moaned in his mouth as a wide smile spread across my lips. "You are going to be the end of me Rose, my utter doom "Damon whispered against my lips sending shivers down my spine.

NOTE FROM RARE once again guys, I am having problems with the network so I am uploaded an unfinished chapter. I will try to see if I can proof-read it here and re upload it again. Now this one has a lot of errors since I just typed it and uploaded without checking it.. bear with me for some time please. Love… ~~~ DUNCAN POV There was no place in the world I would rather be in than the dungeon. Especially on January 1st.

The moonlight just reflects and comes in through the windows. -I thought you'd never come out. -Dante surprises me when he takes a few steps toward the center of the room. Put this on. -When he reaches me, he extends his arm to give me a T-shirt and pajama pants. It's the only thing I have that can't be too big for you. -Thank you," I murmur as I take the garments from between his hands. My fingers brush against his skin, and that electric current runs through my body again. It can't be, with a simple touch he can do that to me.

Millie says digging through her bag. “Alright,” I say looking back out the window and watching little ants of people walking around. An hour later Millie leaves for her first meeting looking like a sexy little businesswoman. I’m exhausted from the early morning flight so I turn off all the lights, close the shades of the windows, and tuck myself into the stiff bed. Normally I’d complain about a stiff mattress but it’s doing wonders for my tense back. I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland.

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere

Damien put his arm around her shoulders and held the letter in his other hand, and she felt him breathe, slow and even, the breathing of a man who is, finally and without reservation, entirely where he intended to be. Outside, the December light did the brief, exact, beautiful thing it did at that hour, low and golden for just a few minutes before the dark came, and it was, for those few minutes, sufficient and more than sufficient, which was the only kind of sufficient that mattered.

I sat quietly beside him, trying not to look overwhelmed by the number of powerful-looking people staring directly at me. The atmosphere was suffocating, very cold and jdgmental. And painfully uncomfortable compared to where I was coming from. Dave calmly continued eating his dinner like nobody had spoken. “Yes.” That single word only made the tension to bexine worse. An older man sitting at the opposite end of the table scoffed loudly. “You’ve completely lost your mind, Dave.” I slowly lowered my eyes toward the untouched glass of water before me. This was my third day inside Dave’s mansion. Third day, but somehow...it was as if everything in my life had changed already.

One last promise in his eyes. I walked to the door, heart in my throat. Victor stepped inside, suitcase in hand, smile wide. “There’s my girl,” he said, opening his arms. I let him hug me, let him kiss my cheek. Over his shoulder I met Ethan’s gaze. Twenty-one days had just become zero. And the war inside me had only begun.

Jaxon was the home she was building. And some stories were only meant to last a chapter. But this one? This one was still being written.Chapter Eighty-Nine: His Silence, Her Peace Jaxon Brooks POV The Monday after Thanksgiving break had never felt crueler. The campus was still draped in the frost of early winter, gray skies casting a dim haze over the brick buildings and bare trees. Jaxon shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket as he stepped out of the dorm, the bite of the cold cutting through the fabric like a warning shot. Eli

**The Next Day...** As dawn broke, a gentle light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. When Alex finally stirred from his deep slumber, he realized that he was still curled up in the same position from the previous night. He couldn’t recall when exactly exhaustion had embraced him, but he distinctly remembered the comfort of resting his head on Anjali's lap, drowning in tears yet finding solace in her presence. After a decade of tumult, the morning air felt invigorating, as if it had lifted a weight he had carried for far too long.