Terrible Two Book Novels & Stories

He affirmed and I trembled, aching so desperately in the spot between my thighs and wishing one of the two men in here would kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. “But, she isn’t a good girl. Do not let her good girl act fool you, because she’s actually a really bad girl.” Justin murmured as he drew even closer and as his words slid over my skin, it was like every word was being imprinted on every Inch of my body, making it even harder for me to not try to get some much needed friction between my thighs. “She isn’t, right? I thought as much. I knew she was a really bad girl from the onset.” Blaze hummed out and a soundless moan bubbled in my throat.

No! I didn't want this! Why did I have to suffer the same fate after reincarnating?! However, as I closed my eyes, I remembered the old tome I had read in my last life, telling me that the vampires' worst fears barring sunlight were curses. The words and intonation were difficult to master, but I'd committed two lines to memory after a long while. Even so, with my mind being a complete mess right now, I couldn't even remember the two lines.

“Where is my son?” Marcus threw back his head and released an evil laugh. “Oh, my poor father. Your son is where you will end up eventually.” He stepped closer and glared. “In hell!” He took another step, causing the old man to retreat slowly. “Your wonderful son couldn’t stand having his twin brother in the same city, so he decided to do the gentlemanly thing and kill me. Fortunately, I have friends who watch my back, and so dearest Matthew was shot and killed instead.”

Missy gave him the chance, but what she didn’t expect are the fusses surfacing their new chapter. Fusses not meant to create a rift but jeopardize their lives, fusses with secret beyond laughs and smiles; jaw dropping fusses. Book 2 of Vicious Billionaire Trilogy. Cannot be read as stand-alone. Book 1- Bride To The Vicious Billionaire. Book 2- Falling For The Vicious Billionaire. Love you all and thanks for the support.

“How are you managing two?” “Barely. Nathan bit a kid at daycare yesterday. Henry refuses to sleep longer than ninety minutes at a time. Elijah’s working long hours this week so I’m solo parenting most days.” Film Maya watched Nathan push another child—not hard, but still problematic. “Nathan! Gentle! We’re gentle with friends!” “The terrible twos are real.” “The terrible twos are a nightmare. And I have that plus a baby. It’s exponentially hard.” They sat together, two exhausted mothers watching their children play, commiserating about the impossibility of their situations.

There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information. Pimple tucked his pistols into his belt and brought me a book. I skimmed through it and nodded to Chechik. The automatic burst was short and the issue with the old management was resolved. The issue with the surveillance camera was also resolved. Everything that was needed was seen on the other side. Zoya and the girls worked quickly and almost finished stuffing bags with money, and I returned to the prostitutes. Among them were both human women and half-breeds, but they did not look particularly frighte

"One more thing, before you make whatever plans you're about to." "What?" she asks. His eyes squint and become hazy, like he's drifting to a faraway place. "I can sense something ... great in you." Her throat rolls with a swallow. "What?" His lips turn down. "Great, yes ... But it can also be terrible if you don't learn to control it." She sucks in a shuddering breath, clearly freaked out. Taking her other hand, I gently guide her to the door. "We'll be right back."

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.

I was going to paint the damn sky red. Dark Woods was more than just my house, my home. It was a safe haven for my boys. My twins. It was where we all went to hide when the problems of this life became unbearable. And he fuckin’ knew it that it would drive us crazy. Just thinking about it blinded me with so much rage.

she said and I waved great fully at her before reaching the shelf. As I looked at the books, one of it caught my eyes.. " calming the storms ". Immediately a smile shoots up on my face and I picked the book up to inspect it. I wanted to read this so I turned and still staring at the book, reading what the book was about. I hit something or should I say I bumped heads with something or someone possibly.. " fuck " I winced in pain before backing away and hitting the cabinet with my foot, causing me to sprain my ankle.. I'm sure I sprained it.