Rene Webb Novels & Stories

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

I have the urge to run to her seeing her like this wrapping one hand around her bare waist and the other around silky straight hair claiming her lips with mine. I sighed I don't have the right to it even in life again I guess, it is not mine anymore, sadly. And Rachel left, maybe to ladies, I take it as my move but for some reason, I stood there scanning the person Rachel is with, I mean he looks fine, dressed in casuals but the question is not looking the real question is he good enough for Rachel? And just as I was scanning him, a woman who looked very similar to Rachel alert from the back, in a red dress, walked towards him and hugged and kissed his lips.

REID I’ve always believed in destiny. While this current situation may not be ideal, fate doesn’t make mistakes when bringing people together as mates. I don’t know much about Serena yet, but I do know that I’m insanely attracted to her. I’ve never been like this around another she-wolf, not even hot-as-fuck Arabella who was basically a nympho and made a hobby out of throwing herself at me. I turned her down more times than I took her up on it, too busy to bother with getting invested in a woman. Yet here I am, not even twenty-four hours in, and I’m already obsessed with Serena Harper.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Rebbeca: “If you promise to go to sleep now, yes we’ll talk tomorrow.” Me: “Pwomise?” Rebbeca: “Yes I promise” Me: “Nighty” Rebbeca: “Nighty” Rebbeca POV. The name is Rebbeca, I’m twenty-two years old, I’m a fashion designer and company owner. I have long brown hair, green eyes, for most people I’m a cold-hearted bitch, but the thing that no one knew about me as I’m a Mommy dom. I’m a caregiver with no little, after another lonely night and getting drunk in a trial to fill in the blank. My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit.

I immediately become alert. "My lord cannot find out about this." My lord? Whoever that is clearly isn't someone she wants to upset. "Your name is Jelena Valerie Hayden." The world stops and I forget how to breathe. What. The. Hell. "Did you just say..." My voice comes out strangled. "Jelena Valerie Hayden?" She nods. "And I'm getting married today?" Another nod, I stare at her in complete shock like this has to be some kind of cruel joke, a twisted trick or punishment from the universe.

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.

"I am sorry. I am just very desperate for help...I really appreciate it.If you say...we believe you..Thank you ! Really!" "Close the door after you" Came her reply as she ignores them after that, cleaning the table and pouring the water into the tumbler. Not bothering to give them another glance. Rosie was not very sure if they could trust her, but then whom can they trust now. The girl was their last resort. The only hope to reach Rebel. The infamous wolf who is known to stand for justice. The only figure who stands for the support of women above everything. The protector of who they called the 'weaker half if not better'

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?