Smitten Novel Novels & Stories

Three people turned their heads to the source of the sound. The presence of Adam Smith is the only thing that neither Zayn nor Brittany Brown likes. Nadhea sobbed to see Adam Smith squeaking upset. "Have you two gone crazy? You're making my partner uncomfortable working at the company?"Adam Smith pressed Brittany's wrist, moved Nadhea away from Zayn's and stared intently. Alpha auras fanned the flames of anger. How dare they both flirt with Nadhea Martinez?!

Anna entered the private elevator with Brian. The ride is so quiet, both of them didn’t speak at all. Smith is waiting in the lobby of the building. He was smoking in the corner and when he saw Brian walk in, he quickly threw his cigarette and back to the car to open the door. He is surprised that Anna walks behind Brian. She wears the suit that Smith brought. “Mr Bolton…...Ms Berg” Smith smiled. Anna smiled back at him and entered the car.

Mum smiled and turned on her heels and went back to the house. “There they are” Cole nodded behind me. I spun around as they came through the trees. She smiled from across the clearing and my heart jumped, I ran to her picking her up into my arms. I missed her so much, only half a day apart and yet it felt like a lifetime. I smelled at her hair, she is so sweet. What’s that, there’s another scent on her. I breathed her in more, a male, what man has touched her. I sniffed around her neck, Smith. A burning rage set in, it spread through my body at the realisation that she had been in the arms of another man. It was Smith all right, I could smell him all over her. He dares try to take my woman.

He gave me a breathtaking smile. He raised my skirt far up and took his hands in between my thighs close to my cherry, I felt good, he turned to look at me and smiled. He was about to take his hands further but we were interrupted.

“You need this. We need this. You will not let one man’s betrayal be the last word on who you are. Understood?” I swallowed hard and gave her the answer she wanted. “Understood.” She leaned down and kissed the top of my head, surprisingly gentle. “Good. Rest tonight. They’ll be here early.” When she left, the room felt colder. I sat there for a long time, the clock ticking on my dresser. I reached for a book I’d left half-finished on my nightstand, hoping it would distract me. But when I opened it, the words blurred together. All I could see was Smith’s face—his kind eyes behind those wire-rimmed glasses. The way he’d said, “I see you.” The way he’d told me to write my own story.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

However, today, it is me making the rules and the time between my fingers and the device, a green light signals that a voice message will come in. "Amelia, it's Adam. I know you're not home, but, I want you to listen to this message as soon as you get in. I apologize to you for the story that came out in the magazine, not out of regret that I went out with a girl, but for agreeing to start that with you. Mixing sex and work is always pleasurable and inspiring to me. However, I understand that for you, it is a hope that we can evolve into something more. And I cannot guarantee that this will happen, I am not close to relationships and golden romances. Friendships do. And that's why ours matt

“Tonight, we welcome Amber Tremaine as Gamma Alex’s mate. She is already a part of our family, now she’ll be a part of our pack. She will receive the title of Gamma female and should be treated with such respect,” Colin states with a clipped tone. “Alex cut into your mate’s palm please.”

The two women toasted again, their glasses clinking in a sinister celebration of their twisted plans. Praise for the Mayhem The air in Sharon's plush office was thick with evil intent. Sharon lounged in her chair, with an insolent smile playing in her mouth as she rotated the red wine in the glass between her fingers. Eva perched on the edge of the desk facing her; her legs were crossed, while her sinister grin was similarly chiseled across her features. Our little problem, Olivia, is finally out of the way," Sharon said with so much malice in her tone.

Zelena. Smith and I headed back to the main house, with Tobias close behind. We sat down on the porch swing as Tobias perched himself on the railing opposite us. We sat quietly for a minute or two, with Smith rocking us gently. I studied the side of his face as he looked out over the village. His dark red hair sat in a mess of shaggy curls on top of his head. Some tendrils were long enough to reach his eyes, while others hung down past his neck. Smith’s chin was hard and straight, chiselled and defined. His nose was straight and turned up at little at the end. But it only added to his rugged good looks. When Smith smiles, with his broad mouth and perfectly white teeth, it’s hard not to smile