Study Novels Billionaire Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

He chuckles, a rumbling sound that has my inner muscles contracting and my pulse spiking. He more seriously contends, “You’re amazingly beautiful, Nikki.” “No more beautiful than any other woman you’ve been with,” I simply state. He is, after all, a billionaire. Intelligent. Refined. And—not that I need to fixate on this once more, but I can’t help myself… He’s magnificent from head to toe. Granted, I realize that none of this encompasses the full extent of my attraction to him. Jameson Richards is the type of person who seeps into your soul, whether you’ve welcomed them there or not. He’s inherently honed to take over, to consume you.

July’s POV: It’s one thing to marry a billionaire, it’s another to marry a billionaire that’s obsessed with you. I know I can’t really tell what Douglas thinks of me, but I can tell he’s so obsessed with me, or should I say obsessed with my body. I stylishly checked the time on my phone, and it’s currently 2:00am. Douglas’s lips is on my neck, kissing and biting; probably leaving a hickey on purpose. I moaned out loud as his hand found my nipple and began stroking it gently. He moved closer to me, and I felt his growing dick on my ass. Without hesitating, I began to move my ass up and down his dick, making it grow bigger till it became fully erect.

Elena’s POV One and a half year later She drew the blinds, made a hot chocolate and settled down with a book in her lap. It was a romance she had bought from the local supermarket. It was the story of a girl who ran from her house and found a considerate guy in the new city who was hiding from his past. “Loving The Writer Billionaire”, she read the title. She started the book but put it down. There were so many questions in her mind.

Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire. These I picked upon careful selection, in one way or the other, I fancy these books because it has something to do with me. The first two from the blurb are themed on sexy obsession and the third is all bothered on a second chance. The hero is a billionaire who offended the heroine and both broke up, they later met unexpectedly, and what will happen between them? The interesting blurb actually prompts me to pick them up. "Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting."

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

“I don't like repeating myself woman.” I stared at him. "Who are you?" He took a deep breath, looked me ib the eye and spoke with undaunting confidence. "I am Adrian Sebastian." My heart came close to a stop. I knew him, his name actually. The billionaire CEO of Sebastian Industries. Ruthless, powerful, cold Adrian. And he was offering to make me his mistress. "look, I need a lot of money, I.." “How much are we talking about? I am sure it's a drop in the bucket" He sneered.

I asked. "The girl he’s been in love with since they were in diapers," Gracie said. She walked over and took the water bottle from my hand, setting it down. "Her family and his are practically royalty in the wine world. They grew up together in France. Word is, he’s been waiting for her to notice him for a decade. She’s poised, she’s quiet, and she’s the only person he actually listens to." I felt a strange prick of annoyance in my chest. "He looked lonely at that club. He didn't look like a man in love."

"Thanks for the advice." "Rule two. Don't ask questions about his business. You're not his partner, you're his toy." Heat crawled up my neck, but I refused to look away. "Anything else?" "Yeah." Raven's smile turned vicious. "Don't think you're different. Every girl who comes through here thinks she's the one who'll change him. They all leave disappointed. You will too." "You seem awfully invested in who Cassian fucks." I tilted my head. "Is that professional concern or personal jealousy?"