Take Me Novels & Stories

“Hmm I didn’t know that. “ “ we can go later on to go get your stuff stay for the week.” “ I can’t I have to go back .” “ You need to breathe .” “ You are right …” “ Then give me the time we have to let me help you find you. The you that I’ve known and loved .” The waiter came and I took out my phone and switched it on.

I finish and leave, the urge to return back pulling me, but then, I fight it till I'm back in my car. "Take me home."

I open my mouth, about to argue with both of their distastes but he beats me to it, saying three words I hadn’t thought he would grace me with. I stand stupefied, having already prepared to fight so now I have no clue of what to do. “I’ll take you,” he says. “When you are ready, come find me.” I nod, not know how else to thank him for his suggestion. I supposed it would be easier having him take us rather than hoping Celeste would have to even asking Zeus himself to send us back down to Earth. Though, Theseus does leave the kitchen shortly after, excusing himself to head upstairs.

he answers, taking another step closer to me, “I am sorry” “So will you take me?” “Yes” he answers, “but the moment you enter into that room with me, I will not be responsible for what happens” He is giving me a chance, a way out of this but my excitement skyrockets at the thought of being with him. I only want to be with him, nothing more and nothing less. “Take me” “Fuck!” He mutters as he leans closer, “of course, I am going to fucking take you every day if you give me the go ahead, sweetheart”

"I’M GOING TO TAKE YOU BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG. LET'S GO." With that, he pulled her out of the café.

I will act normal. I brought out my phone and took a real picture of myself. I am beautiful, I know. I winked and made my way out. I don't have a driver's license but I will have Mr. Alex drive me there. "Where to, ma'am?" He asked. "I need to be at the Jerichos."

“Come with me.” I blink, stepping back instinctively. “What? No. I’m not just going to follow some stranger-” “I’m not a stranger to your parents,” he interrupts gently but firmly. “Elena and Marcus gave me a task. A promise, actually. Something I was meant to give you ten years after they passed.”

His black shirt accentuated his sharp, refined features, while his gentle, charming smile made my heart flutter. He leaned forward slightly and spoke softly, "Hello, I'm Isaiah Joubert." My eyes lit up with joy. This man's appearance and demeanor were the epitome of the perfect rich, handsome man—a far cry from the imposter I'd encountered before. The contrast couldn't have been more striking! I quickly composed myself and assumed a more graceful posture. I responded gently, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Joubert." Dad observed the subtle change in my demeanor and couldn't help but chuckle. He teased, "Weren't you just saying you weren't interested in traditional arranged marriages? Why are you so i

The motion pushed him deeper. “Talk,” I said. “Tell me what you feel.” “Tight. Warm. You’re dripping on my cock. I can hear it. The elevator is stuck and you’re taking me.” “Harder. Not inside when you finish.” “You feel so good. Bent over in here. Skirt up. Taking me while the lights are on. Your ass is right there.” “I don’t know your name.” “Then don’t say it. Just take it.”

That tone again. Soft. Controlled. Dangerously calm. I exhaled and grabbed my phone. “I’m going out.” “Where?” “Anywhere that is not here.” He watched me for a moment. Then said, “Take me with you.” I froze. “…what?” “I said take me with you.” I blinked at him. “You don’t go out.” “I do.” “Not socially.” “I can.” I shook my head. “Why would you want to come with me?”