Pure Romance Mr Dependable Novels & Stories

He ordered. "Um sir, it's lunchtime in 5 minutes, though.” Miss Barbara brought up. Staring at him like a cute kitten. "So what! Are you here to eat or to work?!” He scorned. “Umm sorry sir. We're so sorry sir.” Mr. Tim quickly covered up with an apology.” Jade eyed them and went back into his office. “And who said he has a girlfriend, huh? Romeo and Juliet my ass! This man is an ice! He has a frozen heart, he can never fall in love! Does that guy look like a dating someone? He's more of an asshole than before!” Miss Barbara cursed.

Anam's POV "Anam is there any special reason you called me at 10 am " Ayan reply sleeping " why could you be so cruel to ruin my sleep " "Hey, you can't complain I am the one who should complain here. my precious sleep got disturbed because of you" "Dear Miss Khan could you be a nice person and tell me the reason so that I can continue my sleep," he says in a gentlemanly tone. how can someone sound so good even half-sleeping?

He moans in frustration and desire, and soon my buttons fly everywhere when he rps it in half. This jolts me back to my senses, and I stop. He opens his eyes, eyeing me questioningly. I move away from the couch and try to catch my breath. His questioning gaze has now turned into vulnerability, and I can see him shrinking into himself. Shit, he thinks I am rejecting him because I don't want him. I move back to the couch, pull him into my lap, and kiss him softly. "I want you so bad, M, but not like this, ok? You are drunk, and I don't want you to change your mind in the morning after the fact," I tell him softly. He pouts prettily, and I can't help but kiss him again. "I will still want you e

Without realizing it, she had even held her breath for the sake of waiting for the door opener to come out and meet her. "Letha?" The woman frowned. She looked at the door opener who was currently staring at her also with a confused look. Letha couldn't believe that the person who would open the door for her was the woman she had met at the convenience store with Lean. The woman who the man said was the model, was now in front of her face with a Lean shirt. Of course it belongs to Lean because of its large size. Then shorts that were very short above the knee were barely visible due to the long shirt that almost engulfed the woman's tiny body. Letha's brain quickly put together all the piece

Eva asked. “ Romance! She deals on romance comics” Steven replied immediately. “ Yes aunt. Something like; the richest man in the world falling in love with a poor college student. To please the girl, he brings his company down effortlessly” Yan said and Steven kicked her leg, sending her a warning glare. “Ermm.. Mom she’s just practicing” Steven replied with a chuckle. “ That’s not it. I want money” Yan replied. “ Do you love money that much?” Mrs. Eva asked.

It was a stunning, permanent marker on a man who had spent most of his life remaining elusive. "Yes, but it’s the good kind of tired," I murmured, reaching across the centre console to lay my palm flat against his thigh. I felt the muscle tense and then melt under my touch. "The kind where your brain finally stops looking for the hatch." Richard smiled, a slow, incredibly tender expression that never failed to make my breath hitch. He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips, his mouth lingering against my knuckles, right over my own matching band. "No hatches here, Counsel. I personally inspected the foundation. Zero liability. Zero contingencies."

Tristan yelled, Josh and Tristan’s hands colliding in a flash of plastered joy. The second point was given to them once again, forcing Jam to take a break to speak with his teammates. “Mr. President, not bad,” Tristan clicked his tongue. Josh rolled his eyes and replied with a cold tone, “Yes, you too.” Suddenly, the door burst open. A man in a tight black shirt with a muscular body and a buzz cut entered—it was River. Behind him was his stepfather, wearing a mask of disappointment and dissatisfaction, dressed in a suit that looked terrifyingly professional.

He leaned against the wall, or rather, against the tombstone of Sir Henry Applewick, who if he had still been alive would have probably spit the shaven-headed thug on his trusty sword. Jasper finished his reading and slumped comfortably back into the pew he closed his eyes not wanting to look at the coffin. Still breathing slowly to assuage nausea, which was barely helped by the scent of the lilies, he was soothed by The Reverend Quentin Peabody who had a voice that would lull a complete insomniac into a comforting doze. Miss Pinkerton played them out on the organ and missed a note when she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. Ten years older than his father, she always had an eye for him.

Jade Mr. Lombardi must be a person with manic depression; that man changes his personality as though he's changing his boxers. I am pissed; the so-called lunch didn’t last for 15 minutes, and boom! Suddenly, he had to run, and I had to follow him. Nothing but anarchy exists in my life; what the actual fuck is going on?

Inner Devil: 'Look at this manager. His hairline’s retreating faster than his customer service.' Inner Devil 2: 'Someone get this man a helmet. He just poked a dragon with a toothpick.' “You’re standing on the edge of unemployment,” Kenneth said, voice low and icy. “I paid half a million dollars for this honeymoon, and this is the service you’re proud of? Keep talking and you’ll be demoted so fast you’ll be unclogging sewage lines with a plastic fork. And that’s if I’m feeling merciful.”