Sans Aus Novels & Stories

I knocked on his bedroom door and retreated to the living room to go over his schedule and security details for the day again since he would be taking an hour to get ready for work since he had to exercise too. He came to the living room an hour later and went straight to get his coffee before turning his attention to me. I had wondered why he didn't have servants waiting on him and he had explained that he liked being on his own and that the workers came once a week. Splendid. "Good morning, Miss Davis."I nodded and brought out my iPad. " You would be having a meeting with Mr. Oxford from the Sterling company at eight-thirty at the diners cafe and I already took care of the extra security d

Since I noticed she didn't look like she was pleased with her son being with me on the altar at the cathedral. "Hello." A cool voice called out. I halted in my tracks whilst assessing him. He tilted his square-shaped face and a smirk appeared on it. His hazel eyes twinkled as he stared back at me. He didn't look anything like Sin, but I felt they were related. "Laurent." I turned to gaze at Sin who had appeared at my back. Laurent's smile expanded and he nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Is this your new toy?" He chuckled. What?!

ASHLEY. I stand before Sinclair's door, and start to rethink my decision of coming here. There's no going back now. I'm already here. I raise my hand, and make soft contact with my knuckles against the wooden door; swaying on my feet as I wait patiently for a response. The lights are on, so he's undoubtedly home. Receiving no response, I raise my hand again; only for the door to be opened, revealing a shirtless Sinclair. He stares down at me with surprise in his eyes, and I smile as my eyes move over his figure; he's dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants that are hanging low on his hips, and his hair is tousled on his head like someone's been messing with me.

She untied the crimson sash at her waist and let the ceremonial robe fall away, revealing her bare skin—flushed, powerful, and glistening with heat. Kael swallowed hard. The fire responded to her, flames dancing along her curves without burning. She was divine. Kael removed his own robe, revealing the chiseled lines of his body, etched with the symbols of his lineage and the fresh scars from the Trial. As he stepped onto the altar, the flame licked at his skin, leaving warmth in its wake but no pain. Their bodies pressed together, heat rolling off them in waves. Kael traced the mark the flame had left on Luna’s lower back—a glowing sigil that pulsed with each breath.

“Please… give me one more chance.” He pounded against the glass. “The Ferguson Group may be in trouble, but I can still save it. As long as you forgive me, I will return everything that belongs to you. I will make it up to you. We can go back to the way things were before.” Samuel looked at Ethan indifferently, his voice ice cold. “Mr. Ferguson, my sister did not come here to hear your apology.” Ethan turned toward Samuel, panic filling his eyes. “I know you hate me. I hate myself too.

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

Chapter Eighty Six "I told you I am a Military man, and I serve five tours in Iraq and Afghanistan; there is no way I won't know you are in trouble." Jude replied, then suddenly, he approached Alexis “Moreover, I can sense you ten kilometer away from here.” Jude said with a finality tone.

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.

She wasn’t scared of this dry, distant man, but he certainly made her nervous. Sean sat down opposite her without a hint of a smile, rested against the hard back of the cheap wooden chair and kept his eyes away from her. He seemed about to speak, but the man behind the counter came to bring them peanuts, two glasses covered with a thin layer of ice and a bottle that caught Silvia’s attention right away. It was Argentinean beer. The eldest Robinson filled their glasses and raised his a little at her before tasting his beer. “Good shit,” he grunted, nodding.

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.