Sneak 100 Novels & Stories

At the head of the table, Mark sat still, eyes far off. Renee walked up with a cup of coffee, draped her arm around Mark's neck, and gave him a flirty smile. "Maybe it's time to move on," she purred. "You've still got me. I'm not going anywhere." She usually played innocent. Not tonight. She pulled her collar down and melted into him like she was made of jelly, cheek pressed to his chest, fingers undoing his shirt buttons one by one. But all he saw was Jenna, cool and unreadable, sliding those divorce papers across the table.

Aria hopped off the truck with her heart rate erratic and smoothed down the frock of the beautiful red dress. The sweetheart neckline with cap sleeves accentuated her collar bones and the flattering A-line fit made her waist appear smaller. There was a pair of silver heeled sandals inside the box which fit her feet perfectly and complimented the dress in the most subtle way possible. They were parked in front of D’Heart Incorporated as the sunset. She had no idea what to expect, but at the very least she knew she would find the love of her life in that glass skyscraper which calmed all the nerves she felt.

Why does it feel like this is where I belong? HIs thumb is drawing circles on the exposed skin of my back where the T-shirt has ridden up. I feel goosebumps grace my skin. No Liv. Not now. Don’t get turned on. He is barely touching you. I can feel moisture between my thighs and squeeze them together. His manly scent permeates my nostrils and increases my arousal. Before I realise what I’m doing I lean in and breathe deeply, closing my eyes. I release a sigh and open my eyes to see Connors face inches from my own. My breath hitches and I instinctively wet my bottom lip with my tongue. He watches the action and his blue eyes darken before he moves a hand to cup my face. I lean into his hand ma

“I don’t care if that’s your problem or not what I do care is my shares, the shares your family robbed, I want them back.” “I don’t care about that!” “You have until tomorrow to make a decision, maybe a deal can be struck. Think it over. See you tomorrow, if your answer hasn’t arrived before the meeting, everyone will know about your little secret. Think it over.” Mr. Brown said and then, he walked up to the door. Stefan was alone. Stefan was lost. What to do? What to do when he got lost just because of a damn signature? Stefan got back to his reality again. He was lost in that path, no one could know about his secret, he had to find a way to keep it in the darkness. In one gulp he finished

Her keys, her phone, the stained lace handkerchief, and a small, amber plastic bottle rattled onto the mattress. "I found these in your bag," Arthur said, picking up the bottle. He shook it, the white pills rattling inside like teeth. "And then I found more in your nightstand. Bottles and bottles of things I can't even pronounce. What are these, Evelyn? More supplements? More 'vitamins' to help with your fake fainting spells?" "Arthur, put those back," Evelyn said, her voice gaining a sudden, desperate edge. She reached for the bottle, but he pulled it out of her reach.

Stella a timid girl who wants to live a simple life suddenly turns into an alluring waitress unknowingly stealing the overbearing CEO's heart. "If seduction can make me rich, I will seduce them." "This life is like chess and I have to play it with mind" Zack Romano the most handsome and rich billionaire who loves blood and power. No woman wants to be near him except for one who will capture his heart.

I said to her, not bothering to look at her. I waited for a while and then I heard the door close. I turned around but was startled at the presence of the maid behind me. I glared at her. She had to look up to look at my face. Well, she was too short to look at a 6 feet 4 inches dude like me without having to look up. I mentally praised my glorious height. "I'm Jace Snowman." I introduced myself. "Like I don't know that already." She muttered to herself but I had this sharp auditory smartness which helped me to catch silent words properly.

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.

His silver-blond hair is combed back, a few strands falling loose near his temple. He looks up and our eyes magnetically lock. And just for a second, the room shifts around us, not visibly, but I feel it—like a change in atmospheric pressure before a storm. I look away before I am distabilized. My eyes land on Sora besides him. She wears a black backless halter gown entirely sequined, a slit rising high along her thigh. The dress doesn’t just shimmer—it cuts. Her posture is effortless, chin slightly lifted, gaze alert. She sees me looking and she smiles. But its anything but warm or polite.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”