Tastefully Yours Ending Novels & Stories

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

Her cheek pressed against my chest, her arms circling my waist. “Finally alone,” I let out a breath. “Hmm-mm” she sighed against me. The soft surrender I’d been craving all day. No hiding, no daughter, no mother, no interruptions. Her lips curved. “You’ve got taste Mr. G. Five star hotel. Snobby staff. Creme de la cremes.” I shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. “Gray-ham.” She corrected. “Of course I have taste. Look who I'm with.”

“Taste what you did.” Dazed, obedient, Clara opened her mouth. He slid his fingers in, and she sucked them clean, the musky, tangy flavor of her own pleasure a final, degrading confirmation of what had just happened. He removed his fingers, a dark smile on his face. “That was just the beginning, Clara,” he said, turning her around to face him. His eyes were wild with lust. “We’re not nearly done. The dare has only just started.” He kissed her then, deep and consuming, sharing her own taste with her. Outside the curtain, the department store continued its polite, unassuming day, utterly unaware of the raw, explicit fantasy unfolding in dressing room three.

Charlie continued, "You know how hard it was for me to win Stephanie over. She told me that as long as you gave her the earrings, she would marry me immediately. Otherwise…" At the mention of the earrings, Mom's expression shifted instantly. "No. The earrings belong to Irene, and they always will." Charlie ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I just don't understand. We're both your children. Why does she get all the good things? Stephanie is your future daughter-in-law. If you don't treat her well now, don't expect her to care about you later!" Mom coughed violently, and the color that had just returned to her face drained away, leaving her pale once more.

Holding the tie, I closed my eyes and tiptoed. Either the fate played wicked keeping them apart or played virtuous bringing them together. It played until their souls chased each other. The End. ••••••••••••• TADAN! Ok, my book ends here. Thank you, my readers, for all your support :) I hope you people enjoyed it. H.LOCKHART.

she curtly says with a sly smile knowing fully well that she had gotten me right where she wanted. Diane stood to her feet, still smiling and began taking her steps slowly back to the door. " oh, and you grew into a delicious specimen" were her last words as she blew me a kiss and walked out. ..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-..-.. Iris's p.o.v.

this is not a goodbye. THE END.

It may not have started out quite as straightforward as we had hoped, but hell we finished off well, and now we were still young enough to make the next part of it even better. I placed a tender kiss to the top of her head. “I can’t wait to enjoy retirement with you, sweet.”

"I love you, my Nicholas Adams." *** THE END ***

“No more awkward dinners. No more pretending to care.” Castor smirked. “Do you think she’ll come back?” Alice didn’t hesitate. “No.” She said it with certainty like a verdict already signed. “Girls like her don’t return once they’re broken properly.” She raised her glass. “To endings.” They clinked glasses, the sound ringing through the room like punctuation. Upstairs, Mr. Williams stirred in his sleep. His chest rose unevenly, breath shallow, fragile. His brows knitted together as if he was chasing something just out of reach. His lips parted.