Second Hand Fall For You Novels & Stories

It seemed that the man below her had realized she was no longer comfortable because he began to twist and turn,, showing signs of waking up. Anaya remained still, trying as much as she could to relax so as not to wake him up and when his breathing returned back to normal, she let out a Shakey breath she wasn't aware she was holding. When she was sure he was comfortable, she ran her fingertips over his underarms again, just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating and she felt the same thing again. There was a scar on his underarms, it ran all the way to his elbow and Anaya was so sure that it wasn't a coincidence. She recalled that sometime in her younger years when she was ten, Marcelo had agree

I steel myself for what’s to come. “I have no intention of rejecting you. You are a gift, a second chance mate for me. I don’t turn away gifts from the Moon Goddess,” he says. His fingers then move to Masuzyo’s mark on my neck. “I’m assuming, based on your mark, that I’m your second chance mate too?”

but fate wasn't on my side as my attempt again almost landed me on the floor. Before I could fully step away , my foot landed awkwardly on the damp tile, causing me to slip. A startled gasp left my lips as I lost control for the second time. Alex hands shot out to save me but inevitably pulled him off balance too . I momentarily closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the fall. In a split second, the both of us landed on the fall. A heavy thud echoed through the room as Alex's back hit the floor, and I landed right on top of him and our lips pressed together.

“I want my piece of the pie. A stake in your company. And an apology, for starters.” Ethan’s lips curled into a smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ll get neither.” Sophia’s expression hardened. “Then I suppose I’ll have to let the tabloids tell their story. It’s amazing how much people love a good scandal, especially when it involves you.” Ethan stood, his towering presence casting a shadow over her. “Do whatever you think you need to, Sophia. But know this: anyone who comes after me, or the people I care about, will regret it.”

" You like her and you are handsome, rich and you were mentioned in magazines as one of the most sorted bachelor businesses. Any Omega would throw them at you !" " Any Omega would but she is different. " Alexander said, his voice getting low as he stared at the floor. " She rejected me." He added and to his surprise — or not— Isaac broke into a laugh. Not a chuckle or giggle kind of laugh but a full " body falling, tears welling " kind of laugh. Alexander chose to ignore him. He knew how Isaac was and so his behavior never surprised him any longer.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

The slide changed once again, showing sample concepts of my jewelry exhibits. The moment I saw the title of one of my collections, my entire body froze. I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly anymore. OCTOBER FOURTEEN The entire conference room fell silent. No one understood why I used a date as the title, but I knew there was one person in that room who understood exactly what that date meant. If only I had known Dave would see this, I would’ve changed the title. I didn’t know why, but I automatically looked at Dave. He looked frozen in his seat too. He knew what that date meant because it was our anniversary.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

And in the split second that followed— She was falling.

My throat constricts, and I reach for my own water glass to buy time. The fall. Of course he knows about the fall. Everyone knows about the fall - it was replayed on sports networks for weeks, my body hitting the ice at the wrong angle, the way I didn't get up right away. The way the cameras caught every second of my career ending in real time. "You sound confident for someone who's guessing," I manage, proud that my voice doesn't shake. His smile widens, and there's something almost predatory in it.