Smitten Novel Novels & Stories

wanted to. But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the stomach for that kind of ending. No. I needed him alive. Awake. Breathing. So he could lose everything first. And then, maybe, just maybe… I’d decide how he ends. The room was so quiet I could hear my own breathing. Smith lay sprawled on the bed like some tragic prince in a coma. Mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling, expensive shirt half-unbuttoned from all his desperate fumbling. He looked so peaceful. If I hadn’t known the monster behind the smile, I might’ve felt something.

Suddenly, Lionel seemed to remember something and turned back to call out to Aaron. "I have something to tell you," Lionel said. Aaron turned around, and Lionel casually put one hand in his pocket, appearing very nonchalant. However, his eyes carefully observed Aaron's expression as he pretended to be surprised and asked, "I heard that Miss Smith from the Smith family had some trouble. It seems she was badly injured. Do you know who did it?" "I don't know," Aaron replied succinctly and turned to leave. Lionel stared at Aaron's retreating figure and smirked. He didn't believe he couldn't figure out which woman Aaron cared about so much. Just you wait!

I should write a book titled "Flirting 101" However, as it has been proven countless times by now, Ryder isn't a normal human. That brain of hers really doesn't function the right way. The reaction after that one sentence of Jake wasn't the shy and timid reaction Jake was expecting. Instead, the cognac eyes of Ryder lit up like two balls of fire as her face was brought closer to Jake's, who taken by surprise, panicked and went into a total state of immobility. "Really? You will tell me if I kiss you?"

I'd thought it was a symbol of his love for me, yet he'd secretly stolen the jewelry Mother had given me as a wedding gift and given it all to Camilla. Speak of the devil—Camilla showed up just as I was staring at the rock, and she saw me and Maurice standing together. Maurice headed straight to her like a faithful dog when he saw her. He pulled out a flawless green moonstone pendant from his sleeve and held it out before her. He said, "This pendant was blessed by the priests at Bliss Chapel, Cami. They can keep you safe. Your body is weak, and I'm sure keeping this with you at all times will slowly strengthen you."

“There would be a signal to inform that they are letting them out. So, for now, the smoke won’t do us any harm. And my family members would think I’m insane, they won’t go near us.” I smiled easing some of my built-up tension. “It smells good,” I said looking at the browning fish with angry eyes. “It was my first time, trekking and my first-time staying outdoors.” It was also my first-time letting him in, telling him something about myself was elating. I wanted him to know the real me, even if it was just a tiny part of the whole. I woke up from continuous fire guns. There were a hundred in total. I was too happy from our last night's talk that I almost forgot the real reason why we were in

Hannah Snow's fiery gaze scanned her surroundings, and she happened to catch sight of the dazzling golden hair disappearing quickly beneath the setting sun. She already knew who the culprit was; was Charles Smith a pervert? What was the point of playing such childish games? What had she done to offend this guy? She gritted her teeth; he was as good as dead now! After soaking in the water for a while, Hannah Snow's skin started to wrinkle. She heard the Smith family's servants announce that their big boss had prepared the barbecue and asked everyone to head over.

A second later, he lifted his hand to bring the cigarette to his lips, and when he saw her looking at him, he stopped, looked at the cigarette in his hand, then looked at Anne Jenner, who was staring at him. Edward Mitchell hesitated for a moment, lowered his hand, extinguished the cigarette, threw it into the ashtray, opened it. I mean no more smoking. Then, hands interlocked, once again tilting his head to listen to Peter talk. There was a sense of familiarity in her eyes. Just like the first time two people met each other. It is a whole-hearted gaze. Anne Jenner finished peeling the onion, turned back to the stove, Jessica beside her was still crying, Anne Jenner passed a box of tissues a

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

] Smith asked smiling. "What gave you the idea I was here to see you?" Selena inquired. [You know no one else here, and besides, I see you have wanted to meet me yesterday, ] Smith smiled when staring at her. "Is she your mate? Oh my, I am hurt you didn't tell me about it," A new voice butt in before Selena could reply to Smith. The smile on Smith's face dropped when he heard that, "She isn't my mate, stop making stupid assumptions," Smith snarled.

In my previous life, my boyfriend's female best friend, Yvette Larson, decided to play a cruel prank on the firefighters with a few of her friends. They deliberately set off the fire alarm in our apartment complex and filled one of the rooms with smoke. "When the fire trucks get here, we'll hide and film them scrambling around trying to rescue everyone. This is going to go viral!" I did everything I could to stop them. I warned Yvette that they were wasting emergency resources and could even cause a stampede. However, she called me a buzzkill, and my boyfriend accused me of sticking my nose where it did not belong. Hence, I secretly called the property management office and tipped them of