Positively Yours Novel English Novels & Stories

Searching for what though? "Hello Jessica, it's very nice to meet you." He said in his deep sexy voice which made me want to faint faster than John did when he bashed my head against the wall. His voice was so deep and sexy with a heavy Russian accent. I saw the silver tongue piercing which glistened in the light. I blushed and shook his hand which was held out towards me. "It's nice to meet you too Dante," I said breathlessly looking into his eyes. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched when I said his name.

She is about to remove her arm when I suddenly grabbed jer right hand. "Why is your hand so cold?" I asked confused, but she simply took it back right away. "Come on, maybe your night and shining armor are waiting outside." she answered me jokingly. She came out earlier than me. Why is her hand so cold? I just followed and didn't bother to ask any more questions. As soon as I left my room, a very large gold cloth opened up to me with a letter on it. 'Happiest 18thBirthday, Elona!'

And Nina didn't know why her chest was throbbing so violently, she also lost her attention to what she was reading and remembered her last conversation with Argus. But she also immediately erased the suspicion that started building her system and she would still trust Argus no matter what. Soleil's eyes dropped to the book on her lap, and her eyebrows met. "The Moon Goddess and the wolf." Soleil reads the title of the book she is reading. "I didn't know you were fond of that kind of genre, miss Nina." "And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?"

Yumi's POV - “What book is that?” Henry asks, staring at the back of the book Zainab is reading across from him on the island. “Oh, this?” Zainab grins, turning the book around, “It’s a romance novel, ‘Paper Hearts’”. Zana rolls her eyes with a lazy groan, “That’s the twelfth time she’s reading it”. Henry chuckles humorously, “Stench fanatic”. I look between the three, busy filling my mouth with buttered popcorn. Henry would occasionally give me smoldering glances that often shake my body whole and the way his eyes would drag along the stretch of my lips…I couldn’t help the unstable heartbeat.

It wasn't slow and passionate this time; it was fast and hard. “I will cum for you, daddy!” I moaned into his eyes, encouraging him to go even harder. He was mine and I was his. ** “What's for breakfast?” I asked excitedly. For sure, Isabella knew something was up. She looked at me suspiciously, but I was sure she couldn't specify what was making me smile like this. “The usual English breakfast!” Isabella replied. “The whole thing?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “We have eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, fried tomatoes, and a warm cup of tea.”

Cecelia blushed and leaned into his arms, and the family of three looked blissfully happy. The guests circled Tyra, praising her endlessly. "Tyra's cry is so strong. She'll definitely be a powerful warrior!" Another said, "Her eyes are like Cecelia's, with the color of moonlight!" "What a union of powerful bloodlines. Long live the Alpha Kieran and Ms. Donati!" I stood in the corner watching it all. My nails dug deep into my palms, but I felt no pain. Cecelia suddenly walked toward me with a wine glass, her smile sweet. "Ms. George, let's take a photo together under the moonlight?"

“All that talk marriage and waiting. It’s childish.” “Childish?” I felt like I’d been slapped. “Yes childish!” he snapped getting out of bed and pulling on his boxers. “Look at you Celeste you work in a cafe... Everyday you come home smelling like coffee and old pastries you wear the same three sweaters every week...You don’t fit in my world.” Each word was a knife twisting deeper. “My world? What does that even mean?” “It means I’m a Throne! My family literally owns New York... you expect me to be with a poor woman with no class like mine? I need a woman with class with connections just like mine.”

Real. Her chest still hurt. But beneath the hurt was something steadier. Relief. Because the waiting was over. Dennis had made his choice, loudly and publicly, in the way he always did when he was afraid to sit with silence. And she was finally done translating his fear into hope. Rihanna looked up at the grey London sky and let herself feel it—sadness, yes, but also gratitude. Not for the pain. For the clarity. She went back inside, turned her phone back on, and deleted one contact.

'Do you think your mother will like me, Paul? 'Grandmere and Betty do.' 'That's different.' Amy thought of his English mother who after her aberrant marriage had reverted to type and married a Scottish landowner. 'She might not approve of me.' 'She'll have to,' he answered with typical honesty. 'You're my woman now. Now and always.'

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️