She's Precious Novels & Stories

"I thought you don't wanna be with me?" "I don't." "Okay," I'm halfway out when she tightens her grips on my arms as she shakes her head, "No, I want you. I want you, Owen." "Which one is it, Precious? Do you want me or do you not want me?" Here we go with the lip biting, that I can't help myself but to lean in and kiss her for being too cute. She returns it with determination as she pulls my body to be closer to hers, and launches her hips towards mine swallowing me whole.

I looked up at her and saw a quick spark crossing her eyes, but they quickly vanished. Our moment was interrupted by Katherine. "Miss Blair Verity is bought by Mark Reeve for ten thousand!" She announced, and slowly clapped her hands, gesturing for the other woman to leave the stage. "Now, for our lovely Miracle Verity, she is bought by..." She trailed off, looking at me expectantly. "Hawkins Pride." I simply introduced myself. "Miracle is bought by Hawkins Pride at a hundred thousand!"

And would you also like to tell them that the real brooch has a tiny microchip embedded in the facets of the gemstone that can only be seen if magnified by 20 times? Jeff's face turned increasingly paler with every word I said. Even Crystal's initially smug face began showing hints of panic. She turned to Sophia helplessly, but she realized that Sophia was looking at me in shock. I straightened up, finally revealing the presence I had been suppressing for a long time and allowing myself to relax. Now, I was no longer the woman they misunderstood, humiliated, and described as being poor and down on my luck. I was Cheryl Richmond once again, the true heiress of the Richmond family.

She didn't have any appetite and just wished to sleep so that she could slip out of the reality. Early the next day she woke up feeling stuffy. She tried to be comfortable but something is stopping her. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar handsome face. His facr was intricately carved to the right places. Hos body is also irresistable. Then she jolt awake when she realized it's not an illusion or a dream. "Eon!" she said in almost a whisper. Fesr crepy throughout her body. "Miss me?" Eon winked and sealed his wife's shocked face with a kiss.

Why did she end up in this room to start with? As she looks around the room, there was a shiny thing hanging on the three hand candelabra, she moved there and leaned down, it was a gold stopwatch which had a long chain, it was so alluring to the eyes and so she pulled it off the candelabra, raising it higher, dangling to the air, it glistened making her smile widely. "So beautiful" she said and went to sit on a rocking chair, inspecting the stopwatch as if it was her new toy, she had never seen one so eye-catching as the one in her hands. As she was busy turning it over she accidentally pressed a button, it ringed, shocking her, then it started to tick off in speed.

She was sexy and beautiful. She just shook her head and turned back to the house. She had nothing else to do, so she decided to return to the hellhole she was in. When she entered, she quietly walked toward the kitchen and saw Inay Helva preparing food on the table. "Are you hungry, Hija? Here is your food. I cooked a lot so you'll have something to eat until tomorrow. I'm leaving now, Shanelle. I'll deliver this first." She pointed to the basket on top of the table. "That's food for those jerks. I'll get going now. Enjoy eating, Hija," Inay Helva said to her with a smile, then took the basket from the table and quickly left the kitchen.

She wanted to tell him that she wanted him, admired him and really needed to get a hard, rampant drilling. But she knew she should never rush a man like this, she should just surrender and give herself over to him completely. She was going to take what she was given, and be thankful for every last inch. For the most part Precious’s eyes were shut but every few moments she would open them to reveal a look of sweet agony. She squealed, “Please! Please! Feed me your cum.” She started to realize that it truly wasn’t embarrassment or pain that she was feeling – it was intense pleasure instead.

Everything I did now was deliberate. Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect. She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.

"I don't hate her... but if she was on fire and I had a bucket or water.. I'd fucken drink it... all of it and let her burn in peace..." Precious laughed, "yep you still hate her." I applied deodorant and went to put on my long black v-neck side-slit prom dress. The sleeveless v-back dress has bold shoulder straps and a trendy exposed-zipper closure. It also flattered my figure with a slimming empire waist bodice.. it made me look like a fucken Goddess. "Shit..." Precious breathed out and I turned to give her a questioning look. She handed me my black heels, "here just kill us already. You look like you fucken walked out of a magazine."

The first photo I got of her where she is actually looking healthy and smiling for the camera. She was so beautiful. I don’t know how the Moon Goddess could put something so beautiful on this earth and then take it away so easily. It didn’t seem fair at all. I guess I didn’t have much faith in the Moon Goddess at the moment. “No Alpha tonight?” Peyton asked. “No. He still won’t come out of his room.” Miles said. “Well, you can’t blame him. That’s the way every decent mate feels when they lose their other half. Mine didn’t. But then again, he did order my death.” She said.