Pure Romance Mr Dependable Novels & Stories

He looked up when they entered, and Carol felt the full force of his attention land on them. "Hey, sweetheart," he said to Kate, his mouth curving into a smile that Carol felt in her knees. Then his gaze shifted to her. "Carol. Good to see you." "Hi, Mr. Rich," she managed, proud that her voice came out normal. Steady. Betraying nothing of the chaos underneath. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's James." He returned to his chopping, the knife moving in quick, confident strokes. "Mr. Rich makes me feel ancient."

A man's arm was casually draped around her, his hand resting on her stomach. Only the hand was visible, but I knew it instantly. Neil. 'Bold move,' I thought. He didn't even bother to take off his wedding ring. Maybe he was so caught up in the moment, he forgot. That ring wasn't just any ring either—I'd had it custom-made for him. I set up a fake account and left a comment under her post: [Are you Mrs. Schmidt? I heard you've been married five years with no kids. Congrats on finally getting your wish!]

He asked. “Yes and no…I received a letter…Marley…my mate is Pure like me. She has an affinity to rain…to storms.” I told him. There was a long pause. “Wow man that’s unheard of…two Pure mated together…I haven’t heard of that in the history of anything. You’re fire is chaos, storms are chaos. With the fire and water you balance each other out but in the wrong hands…you guys could destroy so much…” “I figured as much….”I sighed.

“That’s weird… Are you sure?” Maverick cleared his throat, but I could tell his eyes were glistening with unshed tears too. He rarely talked, it was mostly just Maria. But for some reason, Jade’s innocent question was enough to get to him. His voice came out raspy, “We’re sure, honey. They won’t get mad. No one will hurt you.” $$$*$$$*$$$ “He told me he was poor.”

I had no umbrella and was soaked through, my cheap white dress clinging to me. I looked dishevelled but stubborn. Dominic pulled over, rolled down the window, and said, "Get in. It's pouring." I eyed him warily. A young, handsome man driving a luxury car seemed like a dangerous trap. "No, thanks." I refused and turned to walk away. Almost instinctively, he opened the car door and got out. He then pressed his expensive jacket into my hands and stood there, drenched in the rain. "You get in. I won't," he had said. His voice was strained, and his heart pounded wildly.

Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.

My husband hadn't had an affair, though he seemed to have a weird fetish, and I thought I might have spotted a trace of it lately. At the team-building event, he was busy putting on his best front. A few of the women were whispering about how close Samuel was with his colleague Cole Lennox. Whenever Cole got sick, Samuel never hesitated to give him his own meals, and conveniently, they were always the nutrition-packed ones I had prepared for him.

Mike asked with furrowed brows. “Mike you know I’m not alone, I have a daughter Alexis?” He reminded Mike. “You’re not gonna fuck Alexis now are you? I’m talking about sensational stuff, sexual pleasure Hill.” Mr. Hill wasn’t convinced, all he wanted to do was go home to plan his schedule for the next day but Mike was resilient. “I promise you Hill, you won’t regret it.” Papayas Strip Club

Third Person's POV As soon as Steve went out, Mr. Lee walked in. Dressed in a flawless, tailored charcoal suit jacket that hugged the broad frame of his shoulders, paired with a crisp, stark-white dress shirt, Mr. Lee wore a pleasant smile and stretched out his hand for a handshake. “Mr. Liam.” Vincent rose from his chair and shook Mr. Lee's hand. “Welcome, Mr. Lee.” “Finally, we're meeting in a professional setting.” Mr. Lee chuckled at his words, and Vincent simply nodded in agreement.

she stated, sticking out her hand for a handshake. Our client took it swiftly and shook once before letting go. Cold, blue eyes met mine before he could respond to my mother with the same greeting. “Good noon Madame Rosecraft and oh, please just call me Mr. Hyde,” he spoke with an easy Russian accent and pulled a vacant chair to sit. “I had some business matters to attend to. I hope you didn’t get bored while waiting.” He acted composed like a gentleman no matter how menacing he looked like with that long, thick, bad scar on the corner of his left eye.