Novel & Cerita The Most Sought After Man Novel

",Christian questioned himself, staring at the small house from outside. It started raining heavily out of nowhere which forced Christian to come inside. He did not want to sleep now so he decided to read a novel to divert his mind from Samson's topic. He decided to read it in the living room, on the couch. So he lay down comfortably reading the book while the weather outside was not good at all. "I hope Samson will have reached his destination by now, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to drive all the way in this bad weather.",Christian thought in his mind while reading the novel. "Wow! Even reading my favorite novel did not help me to stop thinking about him. I really don't know how

Thoughts instantly completely and completely switched to one single vital position, playing amnesia about everything else. With quick, precise movements, the man unfastened button after button of a snow-white shirt, and my breathing became slower and slower. Apparently, my scope of fantasies on the topic of how Jan looks without a T-shirt back then in the bar still let us down. It was as if the relief of muscles, molded by special order, framed by a light tan of a male torso, took away all my endurance for a long time. I didn’t even understand how I ended up nearby and reached out with my fingers to the alluring splendor of the cubes on the press. She could not resist, and drew an invisible

she asked instead of answering his question. I looked at Jarren before turning back to my Nona. “Yes.” “Alright, it took place quite some time ago.” “Abram Romanoff was a man of great prestige. He was the man every other man wanted to be and every woman wanted to be with. He had certain qualities that no other man possessed. They made him alluring to all women. He kept to himself, but his presence was always known. He was a mystery to everyone, and every woman wanted Abram as their husband, but he never approached any of them. One woman, however, decided that she wouldn’t sit around waiting on him. She took matters into her own hands and decided she would approach him.

I allowed myself a few seconds, my hands stilling on the silver knit of spools in my hands as I took in the angular cut of the man’s face, the way he appeared large even while he was seated. Zavier Cross. Oil magnate, richest man in upstate New York, billionaire of the century, and the stuff of every sensible maiden’s wet dreams. Something about the jet-black fade of his wolf-cut hair made my stomach clench in a way that usually had me running for the white porcelain of the toilet. I disliked men like him, power magnets who used and discarded women as they pleased. I was not a sensible maiden. Not like my sister who was yapping on about the interview.

He was in the top search on G****e, as the most handsome man, and the most wealthy man in the country,not to forget that he was the youngest and most successful man in the region. Why wouldn't such a man be admired by everyone? Who didn't want such a man? To some extent, Sophia thought that Natasha had used unscrupulous methods to get his attention. She was lucky that she got him,but Kenny was hers and she couldn't share him with any other person, leave alone a fellow woman. She couldn't allow anyone to be with him, except her.

From the moment his eyes met hers, he was captivated, drawn into her enigmatic aura. This man was Louis Morris, the young and prodigious CEO of Bloom Corporation. He hailed from a lineage steeped in prestige and influence yet defied the stereotypes often accompanying such status. Humble, driven, and blessed with an insatiable ambition, Louis commanded fear and admiration at the tender age of thirty. Love had always been a different realm for Louis. He possessed a discerning nature, his affections reserved only for those who surpassed the ordinary. His romantic endeavours were fleeting, for he had dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his career, transcending any desire for emotional entangleme

"I'm into sweet romance novels now. The protagonist has to be innocent and free of sin. He can't have any ambiguous relationships with women. Even his pet dog has to be male. Why would I take revenge against the glorified ex-girlfriend? I'd rather slap myself instead." Calista was rendered speechless. Yara truly was the very image of fickleness. "So, you'll marry whoever doesn't have an ex-girlfriend and doesn't own a dog?" It wasn't Calista who asked the question. The familiar voice came from behind her. Yara paused, then turned around and asked, "Who's there?" It was a stern and composed man dressed in a suit and leather shoes. His shirt was buttoned up all the way. He also wore a tie. It

For a long period of time afterwards, the Hammond Group, along with the neighboring company, continued to witness the daily affectionate routine of the Hammond Group's young lady and the eldest son of the Castro family. Punctually drove to pick up and drop off, delivered love-packed lunches at noon, and sent flowers every day... Manuel's popularity surpassed everyone, including the former national heartthrob, Conrad. He became the man that many women desired to marry the most! And on the Goldmoor website, a latest survey was conducted. If given a chance, who would you like to be your future husband? Manuel emerged victorious over the others! Conrad, of course, saw the investigation as well a

He thrust up to meet me, working his hard body to meet me halfway. When I’d seen the lipstick stain on his neck, I’d immediately jumped to conclusions. Another woman had made her mark on him, had claimed him as hers while he was out late at night. But then I remembered that this man wouldn’t lie to me, that if he said he was my man, then he was. I couldn’t be surprised when other women threw themselves at him, when they came to his side and placed a kiss on his neck as they tried to seduce him. Not only was he the most powerful man in this city, but he was also the hottest. Built like a brick house with a face so handsome he belonged in movies not crime, he was the kind of man a woman would

"He looked fine Nina." "Fine." A pause. "The man walked into my bookstore on a Wednesday morning, stood in the fiction section for four minutes holding a Fitzgerald like it personally owed him something, asked me if you liked working here, and you're telling me he looked fine." Liora pressed her lips together. "He asked about the Fitzgerald specifically?" she said carefully. "He didn't ask about it. He just picked it up." A pause. "The way he held it though Li. Like he didn't know why he was holding it and couldn't put it down. It was giving main character energy and he didn't even know it."