Perfect Chemistry Trilogy Novels & Stories

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

“What are you doing Skyla.? Are you out of your mind.?! Paul screamed at me tossing the pills into his pockets. “Yes.! I'm out of my mind. And guess what.? The only way i can get back my senses is dying.! I screamed back at him. He sighed deeply and began to say something, but i didn't hear him as the effects of the drugs began to kick in and i fell asleep. The next morning, i woke up with a splitting migraine. I struggled to get out of bed when my door swung open. It was Jason. The husband I've tried so much to hate. “What are you doing here.? After all you've done to me. No apology. Am i even your wife.?! I asked in anger my eyes turning red. He scoffed. “Apology.? I owe you no damned apol

said the student, blushing. “Say what you want?” “I want you.” The student pulling Louis’s black tie, which made their faces closer. Louis’s red iris looked so dazzling in her eyes. The gemstone that shimmering attracts the victim to drown in a mirage of its pseudo-beauty. Without realizing it, the devil will suck the victim’s soul until nothing remains. Louis’s hands pulled the blonde girl’s waist closer to him. The man was still staring at his prey. He smiled, hearing the girl’s heavy breath.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

hers until she got what she wanted. So she let him do what he wanted to her that night. While he slowly stripped off her gown under the dim light of the room, Mary battled with her life on the hospital bed. The doctor had injected her with another dose of sleeping meds. She relapsed between sleep and reality. While he kissed her slowly from the bridge of her soft navel to the tip of her breast as she moaned softly, Mary’s heartbeat was slowly decreasing according to the plan between the doctor and Alfred. When he thrust into Selena hard and roughly, just the way she liked it, Mary’s heart dragged slowly until the very moment Selena let out a scream of ecstasy while Alfred lay on top of her s

I guess he owed me a debt now, because this would be the first time I'd be seeing his cum. “I'm listening,” I added, my voice more stiff than the previous, like this whole thing wasn't affecting me. But maybe if he looked closely, he would see how I was pinching my thighs underneath the table to distract myself from the feeling of bugs crawling on my skin. This place was dirty. It needed disinfection. My OCD was acting up and I wanted to start cleaning up the place which is something I would have done if it wasn't stained with betrayal. No bleach could get rid of the stain and stench of the betrayal of someone I'd called my husband even with just the engagement ring.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

Chapter 44 – The Price of Victory The rain had ceased, but the air was thick with smoke and the stench of blood. The warehouse was silent now, save for the wail of sirens in the distance. Lena stood over Mercer, her hands still trembling. He was bound, his smirk wiped away. For the first time, he looked. Defeated. But victory wasn't what she'd thought it would be. Noah and Damien stood watch, guns drawn, their eyes fixed on Mercer as if waiting for him to try one final trick.

With lento steps, Serene looked at him mousily and ambled away with her group leaving a muddled Rowan behind. When he had a whiff of her delicious Lavender fragrance, every incident crashed his brain. The woman in the dark, the one who touched him erotically, the girl near the elevator, the girl at the auction. It was her the entire time. He smiled and turned to see her brightly smiling. Honestly, there was no difference between the shimmering daisies and her.

“I just wanted to check in. I thought we had a fantastic night when we met, and I’ve been wondering if I completely misread the signs. It feels like you’ve been avoiding me.” Guilt flickered through me. “I’m sorry,” I said honestly. “Work’s been overwhelming and to be honest, a lot’s been happening in my life of late.” “I figured as much,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to be the guy imagining chemistry that wasn’t there.” Chemistry. The word echoed in my mind, immediately followed by the image of Tristan and Violetta. His hand at her waist and his lips on hers. That instant anger filled my chest.