She's All He Ever Wanted Novels & Stories

She had always used her tears to manipulate him, time and again luring him into abandoning me and Caleb without a second thought. He realized how different she was from me. In his memory, no matter how hard life struck, I would smile and tell him, "Someone stronger will bear the weight." I had always been a little sun, bright and resilient… until Caleb died. The thought hardened his expression once more.

She finally picked up—once. Told her I was sick. She snapped: "Ethan, seriously? Blowing up my phone for this? You think me coming home's gonna magically fix you? Stop being so dramatic." All I'd wanted was her voice. Just something to feel like I wasn't alone, busting my ass for us. Alana turned, tea in hand, caught me staring. She blinked, then smirked. "What? Starting to think I'm not so bad to have around?" "Yeah. It's really nice."

“I want everyone to know I belong to you. I want you to claim me, every single part of me.” “Every part?” I ask, working myself even harder as she squirms in front of me. “Yes, I want you to fuck my pussy and my ass, but first I want you to fuck my mouth. Can I please taste you?” She turns her big, green eyes up to me. “Will you please fuck my mouth?”

"I didn't—" "I don't want to hear it," she said loudly, tears streaming down her perfect face. "I don't want to hear your excuses. And I never want to see you again." She turned to Miguel and her arms crossed, but it wasn’t the tight, defensive fold. One hand slid up to her elbow like she was checking it was still there. Her chin dipped just enough that she had to look up to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said to him, not to me. "I just... I can't be around her right now. It's too painful. Being near her... it brings back everything I can't remember."

She said. “Okay. And now you want to make it right?” I asked. “I know what she’s done. I’ve been following her for years. Following her movements. She doesn’t deserve to have these powers. It’s taken me a long time, but I have finally figured out how to take them away. I have come up with the perfect spell and I have all of the ingredients that I need to perform it. If I can get close enough to her, I don’t need to kill her. I just need to take her powers. And make her live the rest of her life as a mortal. That’s worse than death. Death would be showing her mercy.” Scarlett said.

He knew that he was unsuccessful in his mission but if she could behave as if nothing happened, he could do the same. "Nothing. I just don't think we should be doing this." Her insides burned with a hunger for him but her head kept her sane. What guarantee did she have that he was any different from Alexander Keller? Jasmine conditioned her mind to feel hatred for Alex, and she hated that a tiny part of her wouldn't allow her to feel that way. She still yearned for his touch, still ached to be in his arms, still longed for the sound of his voice, still prayed to hear him laugh. She still wanted him and she wasn't sure that she ever could get him out of her mind. He had broken her heart but w

Sebastian I know that I should never have imagined that I could have everything, or rather, I shouldn’t have thought that I could immediately win the love of a woman I once treated badly. Even though I’ve apologized to her, that doesn’t mean I would instantly become the man she loves. What has happened to her lately has truly put her in a terrible state. She is shattered from every angle; everything she once had now feels so unfamiliar. Cassandra keeps blaming herself over and over again, and she’s also disappointed in her mother.

Prolouge I was a queen. I had it all. My life was perfect, I was the standard. I’m an idol, people worship the ground I walk on, simply because I’m Rahne Leticia Addams. Or I was. Because I gave up everything when the chance to be with the one I love sprung forth. I was seated by myself in the city’s most beautiful cafe, my coffee by my side as I worked on a business project. Then came in his scent, whiskey mixed with leather and spice, a tingle to the senses. He brought to me a contract document that quested me to become his contracted partner for the next three years.

She asks innocently. "I want to mark you April, I want to have all of you. I want to be engraved in your soul like you are in mine, I want to be the only one you think about, I want your body pressed up against mine and more than that, I want your love." I say as I run my fingers through my hair nervously... Shit! Why did I have to say all that??? "What if I told you I AM ready?" She says and my heart stops beating for a second.

Dark hair down her back, perfume arriving three seconds ahead of her, and a face so beautiful and so furious it stopped me where I stood. She looked me up and down. My cardigan. My bare feet. My mother's pearl earrings. "You," she said, "are the nobody he married?" "The kettle is on," I said. "Do you take sugar?" It threw her. She had come for a fight and I had offered her tea, and a woman braced for a slap does not know what to do with an open hand. "I don't want your tea." "Sit anyway. You drove here angry. You should not drive home angry too."