Professional Body Double Novel Novels & Stories

(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."

Something apologetic. She hadn’t. If this was about perception, she would not walk into that office looking diminished. Her pulse beat hard in her throat anyway. The secretary glanced at her from behind the desk, not unkindly—but not warmly either. Alessandra imagined what the woman had seen online. Professor Moore. Political Scandal Expert. Trending. The irony would have been funny if it weren’t happening to her. The door to the Dean’s office opened. “Professor Moore,” Dean Halbrook said, gesturing her in.

I saw the comments calling me out, and I hear you. From now on, I promise daily updates. I want to give you the consistency you deserve and bring back the excitement we had together!!! The next chapter, we are beginning with Book three: Before Hazel, the prequel to The Double Life of My Hot Secretary, so we can enjoy some happier moments before returning to the Daddy’s Money universe. That return will be Book four: After Eve, the official sequel, where you will see shocking revelations and exclusive moments from Eve and Adam’s life that you have never seen before. Thank you for your patience. I truly love and appreciate every one of you.

"M-My beast holds a perfect right to be completely upset too, Double D! This piece of garbage nearly harvested my life force with cold iron, just like his blades almost cut your own throat on the ship!" "Fine," David snarls, his scowl deepening as his heavy voice vibrates through the basement. "Do not let your muscles repeat that mistake ever again. And let your simple brain remember, this broken beggar is not the entity who wants our heads on a spike. Our blades are hunting the high-court mastermind who is giving this pawn his daily orders."

Title: I Want You, My Bodyguard Subtitle: He will be mine. His professionalism is a challenge, his indifference, an insult. I am Diane, and everything belongs to me—except him. I see the desire he thinks he's hiding. Blurb: Every averted glance, every polite "no," is just one more step toward his downfall. I will shatter his discipline. I will use everything at my disposal. He pretends not to see my gaze tracing the path from his shoulders down to his waist. He feigns ignorance of the electricity when I "trip" and my hand grasps his arm, feeling the hard flesh beneath his shirt.

With trembling fingers, she yanked out her phone to send a quick emergency SOS without even paying attention to the contact name: Hala: Dad! My sweet angel! Save me! Please don't tell Mom I’m late again 😭😭💔 Meanwhile, in a sleek, quiet office, Professor Yousef sat behind his dark wooden desk, calmly sipping hot coffee. Suddenly, his personal phone buzzed on the desk with a strange text. Raising an eyebrow in mild surprise, curiosity—and a streak of amusement—got the better of him. He leaned back in his leather chair and typed back Dr. Yousef: Yes? Don't tell her what? And what on earth happened to you?

" she said and typed on the chapter she was working on. She typed until she came to a stop and posted it in her website. Seeing what she had written, a smile was plastered on her lips. She killed her female lead. She was too perfect and there wasn't a perfect life. She closed her eyes and fell on her laptop. A bright light suddenly appeared around her, forming a thick mist. Her body glowed brightly until she was left of nothing. She disappeared.