The Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

“What drama?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened a trending article. The headline read: *Young Married Woman Caught in Scandal with Older Married Man.* Her stomach dropped as he held it out for her to see. She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “Liam’s the one at fault, not me.”

I can do this. With steps as heavy as lead, I threaded into the mansion, to the bedroom, to knock off my shoes and dress comfortably to wait for him. But down the hall, I could already hear it. At first, it was dismissible muffles of sound that grew louder as I got closer to the bedroom. It got clearer, too. Deep, animalistic moans. By the time I reached the door, the smacking sounds of rapid copulation filled every corner of my ear. “Baby faster! faster!!”

It was the last stop on my pre-wedding trip with my fiance, Kieran Rose. I'd stopped at a scenic overlook to take a few pictures, but when I returned, Kieran's car was nowhere to be found. I called him right away, but he didn't answer. I wandered around the park three times, trying to find a way out, only to end up even more lost. As I began to panic, I realized that my best friend, Leah Lowe, had posted something on Instagram. "Best guy friend ever! Free ride, free trip, and a personal photographer. He's a 10 out of 10!" She'd uploaded a whole carousel of photos, every single one taken by Kieran. I zoomed in on the background of one of them and realized they were already in the next t

“Don, per favore.” “Abbiamo sbagliato.” (We made a mistake.) The first shot rattles the room, and a body falls on my rug, staining the material with blood. No one is allowed to take her life. But me.

She. Freddie's jaw tightened. "Send me the footage," he said. "Already did. Check your secure email." A pause. "There's one more thing. Small thing but I think it matters." "Go on." "The woman.. whoever she is.. she made one mistake. Second lunch. She shifted in her seat at one point and the camera caught her hand. Left hand. She was wearing a ring. Unusual one ...... looks custom. Some kind of dark stone. Oval shaped."

Marcus took the report casually. The next second, his pupils shrank. He crushed the paternity test in his fist. Damien's face turned pale, and he kept backing away. "Marcus, listen to me. Seraphine and I only did it once…" Marcus snarled under his breath and swung his fist at him. "You bastard. You're my own brother, and you slept with my mate?" Good, I thought. Hit him harder. Raven was already ten years old. Who knew how many years those two had been sleeping together?

"What's so different about it? What if you had killed me last night? Huh? Well, coming to think of it, no one would have the slightest clue about it. Ain't you Lyndon's so perfect at covering your dirty tracks?" His eyebrows squeezed closer together but his gaze focused laser-sharp on her face. What exactly is wrong with this lady? "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He growled. Her reply was a little tilt of her chin, scowling down at him from under her nose. "And if I'm not mistaken, you were wasted as much as I was last night. So, this isn't entirely my fault." Evelyn was about to counter that when the hotel room door flew open and good looking guy walked in. He was dressed rather f

the stranger asks. My blood heats up. His voice sounds like he could talk me through an orgasm, soothingly pulling me over the edge. I am overwhelmed by an immediate desire to hear him whimpering my name in my ears as he nuts all over me. “Get out of here,” Mr. Green barks. With his jacket off, the hot stranger balls his fists. I notice the customized giant ring on his right hand with the letter Z as he storms up to Mr. Green and lands one punch on his nose.

Maintaining his composure, Robert explained, "I regret to inform you but I lack the authority to grant access to Mr. and Mrs. Morrison's private spaces. "Perhaps you could ask Mr. Morrison himself later. My apologies for any inconvenience."

Her only pain and concern was why her one and only heartthrob derived joy in making her look like an idiotic joke all the time. " You heard me Kara. I hate repeating myself and you know it." Fabian, Damian's wealthy childhood friend, walked briskly towards him, with a glass of wine still in his hand. He sometimes wondered how he was still friends with a scoundrel like Damian. "What on earth are you doing?" He whispered to Damian between gritted teeth. "Stay out of this" Damian said with his eyes still fixed on Kara. "Mr Willows it's fine. My PA will take care of it. I'm well aware that it was a mistake." Mr Gregory, the owner of the soiled shoes pleaded.