The Night I Let Him In Novel Novels & Stories

I loved that man so much , so much more than I could ever think of , it’s the fact that he loves me so much and I just can’t accept that , I loved the fact that it was happening , maybe more than I had thought of , I could never imagine . As I waited in anticipating oh him , I turned and seeing who was standing there , I wanted to throw up , I had never been that disgusted in a very long time , seeing his face alone was what I needed to make sure that I didn’t get to see him again , he was Nothing than a pest . “ Who let you in here , you know you are not welcome and if you are here to make trouble then be rest assured to know that I will call your father and trust me , his going to be just

(Elisa’s POV) I loved how my life turned out. One minute, I was lying beside the road with a bullet wound from people I thought were my friends, and here I was living a life of crime and loving it. I looked at my watch, realizing how late I was to get to the restaurant, and said, “I have to go. I need to run the books for my bar and restaurant.” I turned to Lorenzo and asked, “Are you coming?” I asked since he had insisted on tagging along.

I thought and fall asleep. I was still laying on my bed as the dark night falls on me in Viles city again. I stretched my body and wondered how I would sleep for the rest of the night. Then he gave me a slight knock on my door. "Who is there," I said then he came in... in his nightwear. The hasty nasty feeling reached my chest when I saw the way he penetrated. He walked towards me slowly and said... "I've had enough sleep in the afternoon and now I can't sleep so I'll like to stay with you." He said and he lay down very close to me.

“How are you? I mean, I’m a weird, numbers-obsessed, nerd hottie. Guys get so confused they don’t know if they like me or just want sex. You’re a straight-up god-like man…I’m still trying to find a flaw.” “I’m scarred. That’s a flaw.” I shook my head. “That just makes you more perfect.” “You’re pretty flawless yourself, you know,” he said as he set his hand on mine. I bit down on my bottom lip and looked away, but he wouldn’t let me. He hooked his finger under my chin and made me look at him. “I wasn’t going to come out tonight, but I’m really glad I did. And I’m even more glad I bumped into you and spilled your drink all over your dress.” His eyes grew heavy and he cleared his throat before

I didn't feel hungry to taste anything, the only thing I yearned for is probably a good night's sleep that might help cure the pain that I felt so much. The sun finally set, I stood up, unlocked the door and retired to bed. I am sure that my act of denying Nelson his entrance might be seen by any of the maids but at the point right now, I didn't care, not at all. They can think whatever they want, after all, I was never accepted here in the first place and I see no reason why I should try to change their decision on this. The sound of the opening door woke me up from my slumber, gently, I raised my head only to see Nelson walking into the room. The dim candle light in the room made it hard f

I am not beautiful or broken. As expected, Let’s note is in the middle of the novel. Last time, he was telling me about a party. He was so worried about overstaying I had to calm him. My heart drops once I read the first and only paragraph in the note, I take a deep breath and read slowly. I shouldn’t have adviced him to have fun and let loose. Let: I enjoyed the party, it was lit. Lots of noisy teens. Guess what? I got my first kiss.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered like fallen stars, a thousand lives being lived while mine finally, finally began. I didn't know his real name. Didn't know anything about him except the way he touched me like I was precious and disposable all at once, like he understood exactly what I needed—to be seen, wanted, chosen for one perfect night. Tomorrow, I would belong to Richard Pemberton III. But tonight, I belonged to the stranger in the shadows, the man who made me feel alive for the first time in my carefully controlled life. Tonight, I belonged to L. And God help me, I never wanted this night to end.

My mind replayed the moment in the west wing again and again the way his body had boxed me in, the calm in his voice as he’d dismantled my assumptions piece by piece. You were the objective. I hated how much that sentence lingered. When night fell, the lights outside my window flickered on, illuminating the gardens in soft gold. Somewhere below, the estate lived on guards rotating shifts, cars coming and going, the machinery of Dominic’s world continuing without pause. Without me. The door opened just after ten. I didn’t turn around at first. I knew who it would be. I felt him before I saw him, the way the air seemed to tighten when he entered a room.

Chapter Eight Ex Mother-in-law (Ella’s POV) I woke the next morning to sunlight filling the penthouse and absolute silence. There were no footsteps. Just quiet. I pushed the blanket off and sat up slowly, still adjusting to the fact that this wasn’t my apartment… and I wasn’t alone in my life anymore. When I walked into the main living space, something on the counter caught my eye. A note. In neat handwriting I didn’t expect from a man as large and grouchy as Hayes.

Once I was satisfied with what I saw, I made my way out of the room. “Going out again?” Rosemary’s voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere. I didn’t even know she was there. “Yeah, Zane and I are going on a date.” I replied and before she could pry further, I hurried out. The driver was the same man from last night but now looking a bit different. He was wearing a crisp suit, and wore a polite smile as he held the door open for me without a word. "Good evening, Miss Lyra," was all he said before we headed out.