Saintess Secret Night Spoiler Novel Novels & Stories

Celeste By morning I was a genre. Not a person. A genre. There’s a kind of headline that gets its own font, and I’d earned it overnight. THE £250,000 BRIDE. HARTWELL’S SECRET DOUBLE LIFE I had apparently slept with Sebastian Huxley six times, blackmailed him twice and killed him once. Productive week.

I slept with my mother's husband. If my mother ever found out that I was the secret mistress whom her ex-husband cheated on her with, I'm sure she'll kill me. Gideon Calloway was my mother's husband, but now they are divorced. That alone is supposed to be my cue to end our secret affairs. But I didn't. While my mother spends her nights drowning her heartbreak in expensive wine, I'm sneaking through the back gates of Gideon's mansion, straight into the arms of the man I'm supposed to forget. Then his estranged son comes home completely unaware of the secret hiding underneath his father's roof. Somehow, he falls for me, and now I'm caught between two Calloways. One wan

Mary hesitantly put her hands over her belly. Mrs. Lauriel sneered, "I came here to tell you something." Mary didn't dare to sit down, "Yes, mother?" "We have found a new woman for Dennis, you can still be his wife, but you must not be jealous for no reason. Please advise Dennis to accept the girl we want." Mrs. Lauriel slowly spoke as she looked at her red nail polish. She didn't need to look at the face of her daughter-in-law, who couldn't bear a child, she just came to inform her decision, not to ask for her opinion.

He’d told me I was the only one who had the key to his heart. I ripped it off. The chain snapped. The charm skittered across the floor, landing beside the envelope I had dropped when I got home. I stared at it. Azrael’s payment. The price of my pride. And I laughed. It was an awful sound. Unhinged. Wet. Because I had sold myself — my secrets, my silence — for a man who didn’t even want to be free. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I paced the apartment like a ghost for two days. I ignored my phone, let the missed calls pile up — all from Melissa.

A red and black lace babydoll clung to her curves like it was painted on, open at the stomach, sheer over her cleavage, showing off every inch of her body. “Oh, damn,” I groaned, staring at her like she was the only woman on earth. My mouth parted, my chest tight, and my jeans strained painfully against me. “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I said, gripping her hips and pulling her between my legs. “I thought you might like it,” she purred. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning close. I nodded, already running my hands along her curves, squeezing the perfect shape of her ass. Her chest brushed my face, and I was not complaining.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

Somewhere down the hall, Kelvin—the floor manager—might still be in his office, oblivious to the fact that his boss is buried inside his secretary like she’s the only thing that matters. Because I am. I’m Sienna Ward. Secretary to the CEO of The Steele Dynasty, one of the most powerful companies in the world. And at night? I’m his. His secret. His addiction. His sin. Since the day I first saw Dominic Steele—cold, ruthless, devastatingly gorgeous—my life’s been off its axis. He looked at me like a man marking his next prize. And now here I am, bent over his desk, whispering his name like a prayer.

Forcing herself to speak, she put on a bold face even though her insides were screaming right now, "I'm not hiding. I'm just looking for somewhere quiet and conducive to read," "Ah," His eyes gleamed, "The library isn't enough? Or are you just straighup stalking me now?" "I'm not stalking you, I didn't even know you were here!" Elias replied, flustered and defensive. "Hm, maybe you didn't. But you found me anyway. Almost poetic, considering the book," Her stomach twisted and she bit her lips nervously That damn book!, "I already told you, it wasn't meant for anyone to see!"

I kept replaying it—bar, elevator, hotel, his tongue between my legs, the way I moaned for him and now he was standing there lecturing like he hadn’t made me cum twice in a row. My stomach twisted in horror, I felt like I was going to throw up or combust. Or maybe do both. He asked questions around the room, it was something about symbolism in forbidden love stories. Most people answered as their hands went up, but me—I stayed silent with my head down, praying he wouldn’t look my way. But unfortunately for me, he did. He flipped open the register, scanned it, and lifted his eyes. “Sienna Harlow.” My name hit like a gunshot, but my brain short circuited, so I couldn't answer. I just froze in