The Night I Let Him In Novel 소설 & 이야기

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Trilling romance, erotic and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 I frowned as he entered into his room Gosh, this guy is really a s*x freak I heaved a sigh and followed him behind I closed the door behind and faced him He turned to face me and walked towards me “Are you ready for this?” He asked studying my facial expression I couldn’t believe he can ask this question He is so unbelievable

As a result, he and Fiona had escaped into the sticks and lay low. Yves probably gained a handsome settlement and resumed his old job as he was now pretending to be a rich heir online. I got Wendy's wedding invitation ages ago. On that day, I saw the women in that filthy room, standing in front of the cameras with their families, acting like they were model citizens. To my surprise, Yves actually showed up. Unfortunately for him, the guards stopped him before he could come in. After all, he had no invitation. "Tell Ms. Wollock I'm Yves. She'll come for me." Unlike his usually innocent style, Yves had gone for something more sultry and seductive.

I led him inside, my heart racing with every footfall. When we reached my room, I hesitated before opening the door. The room, once a refuge, now felt like a cage, burdened with the remnants of last night’s events. I opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Mr. Nelson to enter. I followed him in and sat down on the edge of my bed, trying to steady my nerves. My hands were clammy, and I avoided his gaze as he began to walk around the room, methodically taking pictures with his phone.

And in the quietest hours of the night, where sleep never came easy for him, Leonel finally drifted off… in peace. ***

I twist back to look at him, concern flashing through me, and I see his face turning pale, and his breathing seems shallow. "Hermes?" I call, panic rising in my chest. "Mr.Grande – Hermes, are you okay?" He doesn’t answer. My heart pounds, hands clutching his shoulders as fear edges into the heat and desire. Something’s wrong. ----- Hi, Margaret and Lucian here! We're your main leads from The Night Before I Knew Him. Today marks 100 chapters, and we just want to thank you, esteemed readers, for all your love, comments, and love again (lol)

The real trouble to this was that I never wanted to come down from the high. After jamming his keycard into the lock, the green light flashing, he shoved me inside, closing and locking the door as his shoulders heaved from his heavy breathing. He shoved me against the wall, cupping both sides of my face, his eyes shimmEricag before he darted them back and forth. Another moment where all time stopped occurred, only the echoing sound of my rapidly beating heart heard, his labored breathing a close second. “I can’t wait to drive my cock into your wet pussy. And tonight, I’ll claim your tight asshole as well.”

Lilliane reached for the doorknob of her unit, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the key, trying to regain her composure. It felt as if she had been struck by a fierce tornado since waking up and finding someone beside her in bed, with the last thing she expected being to see the two people she least wanted to face in that state. Finally, she managed to insert the key and turned the knob, pushing the door open. She sighed heavily in exhaustion. But as soon as the door fully opened, her breath caught in her throat.

She had her head nuzzled in the crook of my neck as I carried her to the bed. I set her down first so she'd get comfortable before going to turn the lights out. I basically owned the fucking hospital so I was staying all night. Crawling in next to her, she set her wrapped arm on my chest and her leg over mine. I held her thigh while my other hand rubbed her back. After all of the hours I've spent with her, she finally felt relaxed. I kissed her butterfly hand before falling asleep with her in my arms. Athena I wanted to kill Nate Thomas. I still do.

I had tried to force myself to sleep, lying there on the hard ground, but my mind was too restless to find any solace in slumber. Just as I was beginning to drift into a fitful doze, the door suddenly swung open with a resounding bang. Startled, I jolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest. Through the hazy fog of sleep, I struggled to make out the figure standing in the doorway. It was Alpha Dante, my heartless mate. His presence in my tiny prison was both unexpected and perplexing.

Nicole "You are not asleep?" "No," I whisper, glancing at the man who just entered the room. It's 1a.m, and I couldn't sleep because my mind is still chaotic. I was so excited about the date, and after what happened today, I can't help but feel insecure about everything. Alessio takes off his jacket and tosses two guns on the table. I eagerly watch him, but the man doesn't even look at me. This must be the most traumatizing relationship to exist. Maybe he was not ready for this at all. Am I forcing this on him?