Preston Meaning Novels & Stories

and beside him was Preston who was half kneeling. “I cannot wait any longer. and I cannot afford to lose you. this night, our lives will change. if it is a yes or a no I will respect your decision. you mean the world to me because you are my world and our baby is our star. and a stark cannot glow be right there if he's all alone time will come will add more stars to our world,” said Preston. “I thought my life just revolve around work, tabloids, and magazines. hello it's like as if I am a coloring book and you are the missing colors to it without you I am lifeless with you. You gave me a new meaning about life.”

I’m not someone who ever blushes—but oh my god, he’s doing a good job at making me do just that. Preston leans back a little, his eyes roaming down my body. He takes a large drink of his beer, and I try not to stare at the muscles in his throat as he swallows slowly. Finally, he looks back at me with one raised dark eyebrow. “Don’t tempt me, rebel.” Before I can comment on the nickname, a girl with dark hair is squeezing right between Preston and me. “Preston,” she says, her voice high-pitched. “I was hoping you’d be here.”

Many people who must have known Preston's true identity know that he never does love, he merely plays with whoever he finds interesting and when he gets tired of them, he discards them like trash. But ever since meeting Lenora, he knew she wasn't just interesting. She is different! By the time he walked out of the room, he found out that Lenora was done eating breakfast and was operating on a laptop. “What do you say your friend's name is, again?” Preston halted on his step at her question. “Rhian Hayes.” Her jaw dropped. “What?!!! Like, Rhian Hayes? The freakishly rich billionaire from the four most formidable families in Harithon? Holy shit,! Why the hell did you not tell me?!!”

I opened my mouth to argue with her when I heard a voice call my name. “Kendra.” My heart skipped a beat at the sound of my name within his British accent. I spun around to see Preston approaching me. He was wearing his usual skinny jeans topped with a pale green, button up shirt adorned with dark green palm leaves that was only halfway buttoned. Sunglasses sat atop his head as his hair swooped up before falling down around his face. He stepped toward me as I stood in shock at

“Huh?” he looks down. “Oh, sorry. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” “Yeah, that’s pretty heavy news about your dad. I'm really sorry, babe.” His brow furrows. “Everyone has to face the consequences of their decisions. I’m more concerned with our Preston problem. They say his father’s gone missing.” I tense up at the mention of Preston. “What’s the significance of that?” His eyes narrow. “Preston’s the heir, the next leader of the order, which makes him more powerful than ever.”

It sent Braxton flying more than nine feet away, and it knocked out his last two remaining front teeth. Braxton fell to the ground with a thump. Before he could get up, Preston stepped forward and stepped on his chest. "Braxton, how dare you even mention our relationship?" When Braxton saw the murderous look on Preston's face, he immediately understood everything. Everything prior to that had been an act. Preston was truly a wolf in sheep's clothing! However, it was far too late for him to realize this now. "You… It was you from the start…"

"You can't just order her around." "Shut up, Julian," Preston snapped, glaring at his younger brother. "You have been living in this house for years playing video games and spending Dad's money. You have absolutely no idea what is actually going on, do you?" "Going on with what?" Julian asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. Sighing heavily, Preston set his scotch glass down on the desk. He rubbed his temples like he was dealing with two ignorant children. "We are bleeding," Preston revealed, his voice devoid of any emotion. "The Thorne empire is completely bleeding out."

Preston says. “Of course, that’s fine,” Matthew says, showing us to the sliding back door of the house. Preston walks to the center of the backyard and sits down, legs crossed, and he closes his eyes and breathes deeply. Artis and I walk around the backyard trying to sniff out any scents that don’t belong here. After what seems like hours, Preston gets up off the ground and I can see that his eyes are glowing green. “Preston, calm down. What did you find?” Artis asks.

I shook my head to clear the dreamy, light-headed sensation. I forced myself to recognize the abrupt rise in my core temperature for what it was; a hormone rush—God, a hormone avalanche! God, this is making me insane! I struggled hard to inject a note of humor into my response. “Your concern for your fellow man does you credit, but I promise to behave and never wear pink lipstick again.” “I have no concern for them.” Preston dismissed the mental well-being of one-half of the population with an expressive sneer. “And,” he added, gritting out the words with force, “I don’t want you to behave.”

Preston looks at him with frown eyebrows. " If she can't be for me then I won’t let her be for others.... "