Perfect Chemistry Trilogy Novels & Stories

His playful tone is gone and he sounds monotonous again, unemotional, but there is a tic in his jaw as he drives that tells of the anger he had said and his hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly "Two lovers sleep next to one another, and at night after passionate love making, one sleeps and the other stares. Her skin reminds him of milk, and he wants to run his tongue all over her, her small breath like the hum of bees making a melodious beat that he could listen to all his life and her face... Carved into a smile that he himself had put there... He had made her shine... He was his Sun and she was His moon..." Then all of a sudden,his face changes as he spits with venom "But they hav

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice. I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me. The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke. It seemed to calm me down a bit. “Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked. “Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

He needed someone to unleash his desires upon since it did not go as planned with Monalisa. “Yes Boss,” Chico replied coldly before Hamilton stormed out of the room. Chico peered hard at Monalisa, feeling very disappointed by what just happened and felt that Hamilton was becoming weak especially after seeing him this way with Monalisa. He should have just killed her and drunk her blood but instead he was still willing to let her so-called wound heal.

Everything hit me like a truck, the wedding, the mutual consent to be chosen mates, the drive, and leaving her at the hotel. My mind also didn’t forget to remind me of the fact that I practically got wasted after dropping her at the hotel. As the realization sets in, another revelation hit me like a rock. Not only have I disappointed my best friend, but I have also cheated on my wife on the very first night of our wedding. And while I was busy trying to look for my mate, she was wondering where the hell I’m? I gave her hope yesterday, promising that I would try to make things work and now I took away that hope and maybe even ruined our friendship.

I guess that in a way, I won this match. ************ When I brought the gown for Stella, all what I was going for was sexy, I wanted her to fit into the club scene but what I am seeing now as she rushes to get ready in my room was something else, she was going to turn everybody heads at the club and I wasn’t sure that I liked that. The gown fitted her like a second skin and the plunge in the back of the black gown will give people ideas which they should not be getting about someone who was not theirs in the first place.

CASSIAN'S POV I smiled as I watched Hazel take a small sip of the cordial I had given her, her delicate fingers wrapping around the glass like it was something precious. She really was just like a little dove—soft, fragile, and so damn innocent it made something primal stir deep inside my chest. Her throat moved as she swallowed, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from lingering on the gentle curve of her neck, the way her rosy cheeks flushed under the warm light of the study lamps.

Later, to inspire hope and prove that love still existed in the world, Claire was even chosen as one of the winners for that year's National Inspiration Awards. Everyone was waiting for our happy ending. The media ran our stories daily, hoping we would get married. The whole country wanted to see the lovers end up together, and they wanted to see me show gratitude for Claire's sacrifice and return her devotion. Even my own parents said that if I betrayed Claire, they would disown me. Under everyone's expectations, I married Claire. However, three months into the marriage, Claire's true colors started showing. When our neighbor from downstairs gave us some fish her husband had bought, Claire

The scent of chemicals filled the air, sharp and acrid, as the warehouse turned into an inferno. Rhian stood beside Damon, her face illuminated by the fire. Her heart warred between horror and gratitude. Glam Perfume’s reputation had been avenged—but at what cost? “Damon…” she whispered, her voice fragile. “Did it have to be this way?” Damon glanced at her, his expression cold but steady. “This is the only way. Fear is a currency more powerful than any marketing campaign. After tonight, no one will dare touch Glam Perfume again.”

You're not even worthy of mentioning her name. "Even when you turned me against her, I never once thought of breaking my mate bond with her. Do you think you can take her place with that pretentious face of yours?" He pulled out a silver dagger and slashed it across her face. The silver poison stopped her healing, leaving her face marred with deep, ugly scars. "You don't deserve this face. You like scars, don't you? Let me help you." Laila screamed, clutching her face in agony.

She set the cake on the table and hurried off to her room to freshen up. Valerie slipped into a sexy night dress that stopped at her thighs and had a slit on the side. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, allowing two strands to fall on both sides of her face before going back downstairs to complete her setup. Valerie was confident that she looked breathtaking in her dress and makeup. There was no way Carlos could resist her. She hoped he wouldn’t like he had always done.