She Comes First Kindle Novels & Stories

she lied “I heard you refused to let the bodyguard walk you, why?” She was stubborn. She disobeyed all the instructions he gave the bodyguard like the times she’d go out alone all by herself or she would rather ride her little truck that had no bulletproof. Aiden was expecting anything crazy to happen to her but he felt better knowing she was safe with extra protection. It was strange that she wasn’t excited to ride in any of his cars or she didn’t want a bodyguard with her like most girls wanted. “He follows me everywhere, he watches me like a kid or like I’d vanish into thin air” the corners of her mouth formed a pout

Like soul sisters. She flipped her hair, smiling at Winston before turning to me with a cold glare. She must have thought we were a couple. I couldn't say we weren't either. "You must think you're something, huh?" She asked. "A CEO at an event for doctors. We don't need your kind here. And you know it." I walked up to her and stared her dead in the eye. "And why does that bother you? Why are you so bitter about it?" Her eyes flashed. "Who said I'm bitter? You have no fucking idea."

She opened the drawer and brought out a piece of paper. "Let's summarize the entire documentary" she said and started writing. The first paragraph summarized her life before the division; basically a normal and simple human with special friends, the second paragraph summarized her life after the division; She became the first life force, went through trainings and a love connection with Ansel and the third paragraph just stated she died during a war.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

Dressed in a designer gown and covered in expensive jewelry, she drew attention wherever she went. Her smile was full of pride. "Well, Rose? Seeing how in love Andrew and I are, you must feel pretty happy for us, right? "I used to be so naive. I thought it would be enough just to be his mistress and get that study abroad spot, but now? I'm Mrs. Smith. "Who needs to study abroad anymore? Even the conference organizers invited Andrew and I as honored guests. "You? You're just a lab worker." I did not bother responding. I walked straight past them and went up to the stage with Clarence.

She received her first paycheck from Ardor and knew exactly where she wanted to spend it. Nathan took her to the bookstore where she met Kelsey for the first time. She took a cart, knowing she will be buying more than a few books. She went straight to the Fiction shelves. She studied the covers, picked out the most interesting titles, read the synopsis, and followed her gut instinct whether to put it in the cart or put it back on the shelves. She could do that for hours, while Nathan was in the Business section because that's what he was reading lately.

Humans were such strange creatures… After a few moments of silence she seemed to have gotten some of her courage up. “What was that?” She asked. “That is how we travel around here. At least myself and my kind.” I said. She looked at me like she wanted to ask another question. “You may ask your question.” I said to her. “What is your kind?” She asked. I smiled at her deviously. “I am a Reaver.” I said, and she instantly started shaking in fear.

She’s not just half-witch and half-wolf. She’s fate’s rebellion. A relic. A key. A storm born in silence. The first of her kind? No. But the first of this kind? Yes. Her magic thrums differently. Ancient. Untamable. Dangerous—if provoked. And beautiful. I see the faint glow in her skin sometimes. When she laughs. When she focuses. When she dreams. My wolf wants to claim her—now. Mark her. Mate her. Make her ours.

I plopped down in the chair across from her. “I feel like my old self again. I think it is time they remember why they called me the Alpha of Death. I am going to show them why they fear me. Those bastards are going to give me answers.” I couldn’t believe her. She has to be the strongest Alpha I have ever met. I had no doubts she would get what she wanted. “Hey, you hungry?” I knew she would be. “Well, that depends. Are you cooking?” She asked, flashing me a sly grin.