Temporarily Yours Novels & Stories

How could I possibly tell her that a stranger has been finger-fucking me for quiet a while and he has been breaking in and out of my apartment like he owns it? “ I'm fine CeCe.” I flashed her a smile. “ I'm just tired from too much work. Mrs Addams should give us at least a month's leave. I feel my lifespan getting shorter by the day.” I was able to change the topic, and I was glad she didn't push the matter even further. “ Honestly. I might just resign, before I die one day.” CeCe rolled her eyes funnily with a groan. I laughed at her silly behaviour, but the ding on my phone cut my happy moments short.

Complete. Forever. ~~~~~~ Guys, don't leave without reading the last note. It is important 😊

Time to claim this too. '

Complete. Forever their little one. And they—forever hers.

“How? You booked a room? Mira I already told you I wasn't” “I didn't book a room, Christ, that friend of mine that helped get in earlier helped me get a vip card so with this we automatically have a room here and we don't have to stand in line to get in just the card and we're in” “Wow that's so cool” “Yh only that I have to renew it a 1,000 dollar monthly” “Mira, are you crazy?Why would you use ten hundred dollars to renew a club VIP card?”

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

Scott chuckles "yes I do, I want to mark you, Colt is going nuts wanting to claim you and Jewel" "ok" "ok, what?" "ok mark me," I say leaning my head to the side to expose my neck, Scott's eyes go wide "you would let me mark you?" "I want this too" "you do?" "yes, so just mark me already" "Woah wait first I want to make something clear " confusion takes over my face "What?" "well first if I mark you then your marking me, this works both ways, I'm yours and your mine"

“That doesn’t vanish because the war ended.” She finally turns. Her eyes shine, not with tears exactly, but with the threat of them. “What if happiness is temporary? What if this—” she gestures vaguely between them, the house, the quiet “—is something I’m borrowing?” He lifts a hand then, slow enough that she can pull away if she needs to. She doesn’t. His fingers brush her wrist, grounding, warm. “Everything is temporary,” he says. “That doesn’t make it fragile. It makes it real.”

She turned and stalked out without another word. The room fell into silence. Hunter walked over slowly. “You okay?” “I told you I was fine.” His eyes narrowed at my sarcasm. “You’re not. I’m not blind.” I looked away, breathing shakily. “She’s right, isn’t she? I’m temporary. You don’t even know why I’m here anymore.” Hunter stepped closer. “You think I would’ve let you stay this long if you were just temporary?” I blinked. “You don’t keep things you don’t own.”

He asked me. I nodded my head in yes, “I do know,” “Great. She can work as a maid here like everyone else,” He told her. She sucked in her cheeks in thought but she agreed nonetheless with him, “As you say, for now, I am letting things slip but you gotta tell me everything after your birthday party,” His face falls infuriated, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t look a bit excited about his birthday instead he looked distressed, “I would be lying if I say I remember about today’s party, anyways, I am honestly in no mood for it,”