Rent Me For V Day Novels & Stories

"I'm interested in arranging something special for my partner. I was wondering if it's possible to rent out a private section of the beach for the evening?" The voice on the other end, recognizing Felix as a returning guest, responded, "Hello, Mr. Felix! We'd be delighted to help you create a special experience. Renting a private section of the beach is certainly possible. May I know the date and any specific arrangements you have in mind?" As the conversation unfolded, he coordinated every detail with the resort staff, ensuring that the evening would be nothing short of magical. With the plans in place, Felix couldn't contain the smile that played on his lips. The beach resort, with its pri

“Well can we start that initiative after tomorrow, because I’m taking you shopping on Champs-Elysees to hit up Vuitton. And I intend to spoil the shit out of you.” “Okay, I’ll allow it. Day after tomorrow then.” Leo laughed, “Good choice. Would it help you to know, that all those people waiting in line are going to get to use our leftover tickets at no cost to them?” “Definitely. Forgive me for doubting you sir. It won’t happen again.”

This was my chance to make a move, to turn this invitation into an opportunity. "hello?" "hello, you should be miss Carter?" "y...yes I am" my body stabled, the voice sounded ordinary, not scary nor intimidating. "this is Jamie from luxe event planning, we received an order that you needed a luxury black sedan, to rent?" "luxury black sedan!!?" I replied trying to mask my shock , I coughed slightly "I am aware" I replied stabilizing my voice once again. "Great!, you can pick it up tomorrow at 5pm from our downtown garage, there would be a driver on scene to deliver the keys as well as take you to your destination....." the voice paused sightly, possibly waiting for a response, it continued

“Someone breached the east side of the property.” My stomach tightened. “How many people?” “We don't know.” “Are they coming here?” His silence was terrifying. “Marco?” “We need to move.” “Where?” “There's a safer room downstairs.” “No.” He stared at me. “No?” “I don't want to go into another locked room.” “This isn't negotiable.” “Everything here is apparently negotiable until I say no.” “Christiana.” The warning in his voice made me stop. He walked toward me. “Whatever happens, you stay with me.”

He was thinking about the Bentley, imagining what it’d feel like to drive a car like this, to hear the engine roar just once. She sighed and leaned forward sweetly. “Officer, we were actually on our way to an event. My friend here is sponsoring the Verona Main Event this Saturday—boxing, you know? Big names, big crowd. We could arrange a pair of tickets. Front row.” The man hesitated. Rhea smiled more, her voice softer, almost melodic. “You’d look great behind this wheel, though. Maybe just this once, we could let the city breathe, no paperwork?”

She thought about what her mother had said before she left. “Now honey, we’re going to keep your room. Just like we did with Catherine. So when you want to spend the night here once in a while, you can,” Chelsea’s phone dinged. Derek: Hey, Chelsea. Hope you’re doing well. It will be 70s retro night at The Oasis on Saturday. People will be dressed in 70s clothes. It should be fun. Hope to see you there.

“Yes, sir. Any particular time?” “Seven o’clock.” He nodded quickly, pulling out his phone to make a note. “And another thing,” I added deliberately. “Buy me a big bouquet of roses.” “Noted, sir,” Evan replied enthusiastically before murmuring an excuse and leaving. I swiveled my chair, letting my gaze drift to the skyline outside. Memories pressed in, unbidden. August fifteenth—this day had always held meaning for me. I never thought it would also be hers.

And just like that, a soft ping echoed from Fallon's phone, Fallon glanced at her phone, and a notification popped up: a digital invitation from Clara Veyne; “You are cordially invited to my exclusive birthday celebration at my father’s villa. Theme: Velvet & Gold. Your presence will be noted, of course.” Fallon blinked, reading it aloud. “Velvet and gold… classy, over-the-top, of course.” Victor reached the top of the building, where he could see everything happening downstairs. His eyes landed on Elara, engrossed watching her sit so fragile while Fallon spoke to her, his lips curved slightly. But he got distracted when his phone lit up. A message preview flashed before he locked the screen

So, why can't the police see that? Why can't they see that Ramon is not the bad guy and my mom is the villain in the story! Ugh! It really pisses me off. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ I was in this same shop yesterday. Standing exactly where Riana is standing right now. But I was doing the watching. And she was doing the fitting. But now it is the complete opposite. I am fitting into a lacy sleeveless dress with a bare back. I am getting married on Saturday.

Varly was wearing a black v-neck top that was cut to her stomach and a silver long sequin skirt that was up to her knees, I didn't see her wearing high heels because her skirt covered them. "Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen. May we have your attention please." The emcee said to make us turn around. "We are about to begin Mrs. Estrada's 50th Birthday Party Celebration so please find your seats or table and make yourself comfortable and enjoy the rest of the evening." He said some more but I didn't listen. I just looked back. I also noticed the guests who were almost obviously business men and business women. Yans' daddy is also here. His mommy is gone since he was only 5 years old. He died i