Purest Intentions Novels & Stories

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

I need her ruined. She has no idea how carefully I have been molding her. Every soft touch. Every time I let her feel my hardness but pulled away. It is all part of the plan. I whisper scripture while I corrupt her mind. I praise her purity while I make her drip like a whore. She thinks I am saving her. In truth, I am shaping her into exactly what I crave. Tonight will be the night. No more holding back. I will fuck her until she forgets her own name. Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her.

The originators of the Pure ideology, older than the packs, older than the territories, older than memory. They'd come for my granddaughter. They'd come for the cure. They'd have to go through me first.

it was something entirely unexpected. In a flurry of introductions and warm smiles, my unease began to dissipate. I stared at Aiden's mother, who exuded a genuine kindness which I found both comforting and bewildering. Not like my own mother, who only veiled her real personality under a sweet, innocent face. My mother carried the mask of kindness, pretending to be a good person, a victim of horrible crimes for which, after all, she was primarily responsible. But the warmth in Amelia's eyes and the way she squeezed my hand indicated she was genuinely happy for her son and accepted me as I was.

"Come this way." And that is my queue.l enter the interview not paying too much attention to it but to the interviewers. First, there is a blondie who kept leering at me. He was wearing a white suit. From the information, l have gathered he is Anata Fidaku. The last-born child of Fidaku and the heir to this company. Then two women are not much of an importance l have to get close to the fourth person in the room the one who does all the dirty work. Shiba Fidaku is the first child of the Fidaku. He was seated at the center there and there fixing his hair as he leans back on his chair.

I pulled myself together and apologized over and over, the man I ran into said in a deep husky voice, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” ———————————— I was about to yell at whoever just ran into me off the elevator until I looked into those exotic green eyes, they reminded me of a storm in the Bahamas I had seen. I cleared my throat and could only get out, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” I felt like an idiot, I should have reprimanded her for not looking where she was going. “I assume you are my new assistant Miss Peters,” I said this a little too sarcastically hoping to seem irritated due to her running into me.

Finally, to the north, the Air Kingdom's lofty peaks and endless skies symbolized freedom and aspiration. At the heart of it all stood my castle, the unifying center that brought these diverse realms together. It was a sight that should have filled me with pride, but instead, a heavy weight pressed down on me. This darkness, an insidious force that had been growing within me, threatened to consume everything I held dear. Over the past few months, it had become more frequent and stronger, taking over completely and leaving me with no recollection of what had happened or what I had done. All I knew was that when the darkness took over, people got hurt—innocent people.

"It is very true Princess. Now I want you to go home and at the back of the house, you will see where I grow my vegetables. I want you to dig it up and when you do you'll see some things. you'll know what to do with them. " Mother, please I want to help you" Amber cries. "I am already going to die. I feel it already. I pray Mother Celena forgives me of my sins and welcomes me into the heavens with open arms " Jarret says as she begins to cough up blood. "If you see my children one day, please give them the letters I write every year that I told you never to touch. Their names are Dorian and Adrian. Tell them I love them very much" Jarret says as she coughs more.

Until it was broken by a deep voice booming with authority. "I wholeheartedly agree with Ms. White. It is, indeed very important that we reach every people through our products and not only the higher classes. It is the ultimate goal of my company as well. So, I think Ms. White has made a very good point in bringing the middle class people in light to our upcoming business strategy. I highly respect her decision." Mr. Adrian Stone said giving me a look of admiration, respect and something else I couldn't figure out.

I muttered, and she came to a halt, her hands on her hips. “She looks mean,” She says this as if she's trying to make a point. “That doesn't mean she's mean,” I rolled my eyes at her response. “As a matter of fact, appearances can be deceiving,” I stated. Scarlet stated, "No, seriously, I'm getting a bad vibe from her." Scarlet has the ability to read a person's intentions from the first meeting; most of the time she is correct, but occasionally she is incorrect. When it came to Andrew, everything went horribly wrong.