Seventeen #darling Novels & Stories

The same box she always received on these days. Zelle was frightened... and finally... screamed for help, "Arghhh!" ~ • R18GB • KL • Season One •

"The pleasure is mine. How do you feel?" I see Ally Rose roll her eyes and proceed to inspect her nails. Her hair is bundled into a cute messy bun, and she's wearing a hot pink dress that looked like it should be worn to a picnic and not on a couch by 7pm. I almost grin in pleasure. I might be the one to resemble a bird's nest, but at least I have Damien's attention. "The headache's gone. I really feel a lot better now, Darling. Thanks for asking." Damien's eyes widen in surprise at the term of endearment. Then he smiles. "Anytime, sweetheart."

“Nope.” “Why? Incompetent?” “Can you stop using those disturbing words already?” “Those are words I'm familiar with. You don't expect me to blend in in just seven days,” Marcelyn said, taking her phone. She got out of bed and gave the phone to Darell. “Why are you giving me this?” “Your number. Put your number on it. I only have Chris's.” Darell chuckled heartily. She looked so adorable and her black eyes were both piercing and beautiful to look at at the same time.

Blood was trickling from scratches on her cheeks. Only her head and one hand were free, and that hand was clutching a bear toy—one she'd carefully picked out as a birthday gift for Jared. "Will Daddy still get my present?" she whispered, her voice quivering. Today was Jared's birthday. We were supposed to go pick him up from the fire station after buying his gift. But the moment we stepped out of the store, there was a deafening crash, followed by clouds of choking dust. Fragments of the ceiling rained down, one hitting my head hard.

Dollan climbed into Baby's bed and hugged her from the side and he kissed Baby's lips and softly said. "I miss you, Darling." *To Be Continued*

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."

One of her hand was holding Xenia, who stood there in her red dress and brunette pigtails which complimented her sweet youthful look. "Hello uncle." The little girl flashed him a charming smile, the girl truly resembled her mother in term of her demeanor, that girl would be so dangerous in the future when she has become a full grown woman, Damian could just tell. "Hello, brother, can I come in?" Scarlett greeted him cheerfully, she looked like she was in an incredible mood that day. Damian did not know why his sister suddenly paid him a visit out of nowhere, she did that sometimes in the past, several times, but still, he could never get used to it.

His hot pink sumptuous lips tensed her up even more as the slightest move could whined up in a kiss. 'Oh boy.Too close.'

[darling] Her eyes were wide like saucers as she stuttered to reply. How long was he awake? Did he notice her fingers on his tummy? "N-no... just waking you up." His laugh only got louder and all of a sudden, it was Genevieve who was under him and him above her. Their position earlier changed in an instant. "Al-Alvaro..." she whined, her hands pushing both his shoulders in an attempt to stop him and his shenanigans. He was peppering her face with kisses that caused her whole face to be a tomato. "We have to get up...!"

"I don't think we've met." I hold my hand out to the slender man when Trent doesn't move to follow Gavin. "No, I would remember such a meet," he says flirtatiously, "David Darling." He’s handsome enough with his brown hair swept back and deep brown eyes, but there’s something about him making my stomach uncomfortable as I try to figure out what he is. I get the feeling he’s not the predator here. “My sister,” he motions back to where the girl from the masquerade is standing, “Darcia and I are pleased to finally meet you.”