Professional Body Double Novel Novels & Stories

It was the kind of look one might give a potted plant or a perfectly ordinary piece of furniture: polite enough not to be rude, but completely uninterested. Those words slipped from his lips in that deep, velvet-smooth voice I still heard in my nightmares and my weakest moments. His tone was detached, professional, as if I were just another anonymous employee in this upscale hotel bar where I’d been scraping by for years. It was like the night had never happened. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers tracing my spine, the weight of him pressing me into silk sheets that smelled of expensive cologne and raw power. The sharp sting of pain that had quickly dissolved into something far more

In the following days, unknown to Asher and Isabella, numerous private detectives were training their every move and reporting back to Lucas who couldn't help but feel something was off with Asher, though nothing incriminating had been found to prove his theory. The guy was clean. Too clean. And someone like that always has something to hide in his opinion. So, when he decided to call the bodyguard in his office one early morning to confront him, he was surprised at how well answered Asher's questions were. He was convinced the man had rehearsed them a couple of times, for he didn't slip nor contradict himself in any way.

, which managed to make me feel uncomfortable and furious at the same time, how the hell did they dare to treat me in such a vulgar way? Determined to face them, I make my way to the door of the room, taking the chair that I had used as a security mechanism and knocking a couple of times, since it had a lock to prevent him from leaving, the door opens automatically, which sends a shiver down my spine, I didn't even like the idea that they could control things from a distance, steeling myself, I left the room determined, finding myself with two pairs of brown eyes looking at me with intensity, men were twins, it was obvious, one of They, the one who had had a direct view between my breasts, h

As they sat, he leaned in, his tone measured yet laced with amusement. “I was about to leave with The Black Book to save you when Bullet and Danger rushed in with a perfect duplicate — same cover, same weight, down to the tiniest detail.” His smirk deepened. “I switched them at the last second. I didn’t ask how they got it, and frankly, I don’t care. What matters is…” He tapped the book. “The real one is still in our hands and I got my obsession back.” Brinda’s eyes widened in admiration. “That’s genius. They deserve an award!” She blurted, her excitement bubbling over before her expression turned serious again. “But what now? What’s our next move?”

Troy and I shared a look, then quickly stepped aside. I groaned inwardly. With the way things were right then, it felt like if we didn't at least do something, we'd have been misunderstood for nothing. I shook my head, pushed all the weird thoughts away, and let Troy pull me forward. Once we stepped into the room, he checked for hidden cameras. When he was sure it was safe, he took out the disposable sheets and covers. I stood off to the side, stealing glances at Troy's profile. His nose was so perfect that I wondered if he'd gotten work done. And his jawline made me wonder if he'd had a thread lift, because I couldn't see a single needle mark.

“How did you get here?” He exhaled. “I followed your deviation signature.” The End reacted sharply. SECOND ANCHOR CONFIRMED. Emma blinked. “…Second anchor?” The man nodded once. “Yes.” A pause. “You created two.” Emma stepped back. “I didn’t create anything.” The shadow spoke immediately. “False.” The man finally looked at the shadow. And for the first time— Something in his expression hardened. “She is not fully responsible.” The shadow tilted slightly. “Deviation is authored by origin.”

(9). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 9: I’m not gay and that’s final . "Miles please don't" Alanna whined trying to push a drunk Miles away. "It's a free lap dance though" He slurred. "No I don't want it! Go ahead and do it on Nikolai" Alanna pushed him onto his bodyguard.

The steps were light as they charged towards me, very unhurried and creepy. I knew in an instant that it wasn't them. Not even Xander. Had it been them, I would have felt it without trying, because my body would tingle deliciously for them. But right now, it felt like my whole skin was trying to coil back into the inside, creeping into my body and hiding from the uncanny presence that was hovering just beside my head. It felt so wrong, everything about it didn't feel right. Not even a little bit. I peeled my tired eyes open, but there was a layer of fog clouding everything in sight. I did see a frame as it walked passed me; a doctor covered from head to toe, not even a portion of skin in sig

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

I hung up and put the phone down, my hand still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering, the filthy journal, the way my pussy would not stop aching... it was too much. Professor James leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. "We're not done, Lana. Open it to page twenty-two." "The one where I described edging a shy girl until she's dripping down her thigh and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you."