The Nobleman With His Hand On His Chest Novels & Stories

“You are not to speak to anyone unless I am with you.” I looked at our reflection. We were a portrait of power and elegance a Count and his Countess. But I saw the truth. I saw the possessive king and his strategist, two soldiers steeling themselves before walking into the heart of a battle from which they might not return. I reached up and placed my hand over his. “Don’t worry, Alessandro,” I said, turning on the vanity stool to face him. I let my fingers trail down the lapel of his tuxedo. “He is a collector of beautiful, expensive things.

Yet, beneath that handsome appearance, he revealed a coldness which kept people at arm’s length. “What a handsome man!” Connie simpered over the handsome man at once, causing Dickson, who sat next to her, to look slightly depressed. The man also had a palm-wide, one-meter-long black box strapped to his back. The black box and his white attire created a striking contrast. At the same time, it also gave off a very oppressive feeling. Members of the martial arts community would undoubtedly recognize that box as a sword chest. Without a doubt, that box contained a sword.

Arjun Malhotra ****** Arjun Malhotra, the charming criminal lawyer, who has his own ways to solve his problems. One is his charm and the other, his undeniable love for food. He is the strongest member of the 5 Ace Group, a group whose ultimate aim is to save the ones in need. To be precise he is the knight of not only the group but also his family and not to forget of his precious as well. For him, his friends are his life and his precious is his reason to live.

" Do you know what you just said is insult to my honour?" " But this is a very important question... Since your legal husband is Lord Loren..." " Loren, give me the sword..." Hearing this word that noble's face turned white, losing the glimpse of life. He laid down on the ground and begged. " I have committed a sin... Mercy. Have mercy on , your majesty..." " I was actually about to cut his tongue after this meeting anyways," Loren said coldly, glancing at the rude noble. He hands me the sword and backs off.

Thank God, I didn't have a one-night stand. I tear my eyes away from my body and look up to see the owner of the magnificent chest in front of me. Every finger is itching to rub my hands all over this beautiful man's chest, but I stop myself because I need to know who it belongs to before I take advantage of him. I unwrap his hands from around my body and pull myself away from him a little.

His other hand grasped her tiny ones which held her dress trying to control herself from breaking down. She flinched at his rough palm coming in contact with her soft small ones as he carefully raised it letting it go through his long coat until it was pressed against his shirt and he pushed it further for her to touch his chest, her palm trembled with the rapid thumping of his heart. Her eyes locked against his stayed intact as he mumbled softly.

the prince replied in a seductive whisper. His hand moved my hand along with his as he slowly slid my hand across his chest. I could feel the movement of his chest muscles beneath my fingers and my hand. I could feel his heartbeat and his breath as his chest rose and fell. His green eyes continued staring at my face while I stared in semi-disbelief at my hand resting on his chest. “It feels good when you touch me...” the prince admitted directly without any shame.

It was someone else . My hands landed on his high- built chest . He was wearing an all black tuxedo . He was emanating elegance and dominance at the same time. I wonder the devil was this handsome . I don't know how he manage to do this . I looked at his dark greyish orbs . I was staring at him for a long time now . He crooked his brows . I gazed down on my palm on his chest then I realized . " so sorry !" I exclaimed much of startled seeing us close which made me collide with the thick wooden row . My legs slipped out of collision . I thought I will fall down on the floor harshly bruising my skin

He couldn't just climb inside with the chest and hide somewhere among the stacks. As the man had already noticed him, Matthew had no choice but to hold out the chest to him. "Whoa, this one weighs a ton." The man commented, and Matthew winced when the man plunked the chest carelessly on the floorboard. As it landed with a heavy thud, he could almost hear Arabella complaining from within the box. Turning away, he pretended to leave. When he sneaked a glance over his shoulder, the man was placing another chest atop the chest with Arabella in it.

His face itself was the color of paper, not pale, but white, the particular absence of color that comes when blood has retreated somewhere more urgent. His right hand was clenched over his chest. Pressing. Hard. The knuckles white with the force of it. His lips, pressed together, bitten at the corner until the skin had broken. Even like this, drenched and suffering, suit ruined, control visibly stripped to its last thread, the sheer physical force of him was startling. The white shirt left nothing to the imagination. The taut architecture of muscle beneath it, the broad shoulders still held at a rigid angle despite everything, the whole scene had a quality that her brain registered as beauti