Overgeared Novel 182 Novels & Stories

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

Not in an awkward way, just… calm. We didn’t talk much, and I didn’t really mind. I stole a few glances at him as the city moved outside the tinted glass. He kept one hand on the wheel, focused and silent. I wanted to ask where we were going again, but I didn’t. A part of me liked not knowing. We pulled into a street I recognized upscale, full of private clubs and boutique hotels. But when he turned into the long gated driveway of Mirelle’s, my breath caught a little.

“You did once.” “No,” I said. “I was lonely. And you were convenient. That’s not love.” He stood. Anger tightened his jaw. “You don’t know what love is,” he hissed. “You never did.” Then he stormed back upstairs, locking the door again. I waited. Counted thirty full seconds after the last footstep. Then got back to work. The rope was fraying now. I could feel it weakening. I rolled to my side, found the edge of a metal grate sticking from the floor. Rusted. Sharp.

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

“Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.” “That must be tough,” Chloe commented. “Yes, it is tough,” Harold affirmed. He looked up at her. “We have Geography in Citadel K. Do you know where it is?” “Yeah, it's on the floor above this,” Chloe replied. “Why is K upstairs while the others are down here?” Harold asked. “I wish I could answer that but I don't know why, too.” The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was.

He slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. The mansion loomed in his mind—his childhood home, now hers . Was she there right now? Was she in his father’s bed, warming it up, wearing his father’s ring, his father's big shirt, playing the perfect wife? The thought made him want to punch something. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Margaret again. He didn’t even bother to check the message. He wasn't in the mood for any shits right now.

“I was twenty-two. Barely allowed to drink let alone climb into the front seat with the man I had undressed with my eyes since I was seventeen. But tonight I found myself wanting to climb it anyway! I asked him to take me to a supermarket and here he is doing his damn job like always. “So I made the move, it started with my voice, whispered seductively, a little too close to his earlobe as I leaned forward from the backseat. “Drive the long way.” His eyes flicked up to the mirror. A pause as he stared. “Yes, Miss Olivia.” Miss Olivia, my first name, Cold detached.

The Fall of the leader :) So, yes, there is a book three coming, I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN as I will now be working on book 3 of the Kinky CEO series :) Keeps your eyes peeled for: The Rise Of The New Biker Queen: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book Three.

We have to keep moving. The fog starts to close in again, and I can't see the other side of the bridge. I don't know if we're going to make it or not, but I keep running. The bridge starts shaking, and we have to stop and hold on to the sides. It's all we can do to not get thrown over. Glancing over my shoulder, I see that it's the Silver Hunters. They're crouched down, shaking the bridge. "Crawl," I gasp.

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its