Novel & Cerita Thorny Trap Of Love Novel

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

Throes of Love “You think you can get away from me so easily. You whored yourself out so someone could bail you, ” Alfonso said, still pressing the gun firmly on Ian’s head. He couldn’t believe the words that came out from Draven’s mouth when he said she had already been bailed out. “No! No! I didn’t do anything, ” She said getting to her feet, fearing for Ian’s life. He was basically the one thing she had left. Alfonso could not do that to her. She didn't know if she would be able to survive it.

Suddenly, chains shot out of the ground like vines, snaking around my body and wrapping me tight. “Hey,” I screamed as I writhed and struggled against the chains. "Fucking let go of me you fucking creep.” Thorne said nothing–just walked up to me, his hands behind his back. Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the side and two smaller chains exploded from the floor beneath me, gripping the sides of my mouth and forcing it open. “Two thousand years," he muttered, the chains tilting to force my face to meet his. "I have been trapped in that devil-damned book by my own brother.”

He wasn't just making love to me; he was reclaiming what was his from a house full of thieves. "Don't ever run again," he groaned against my neck, his breath hot and ragged. "Do you hear me, Nyla? You belong here. With me." I could not find the breath to answer. I could only hold onto him, my fingers tracing the tension in his shoulders. My senses were heightened, tuned to the weight of the secrets we carried. I could smell the faint scent of rain on his skin and the expensive cedarwood of his cologne, a reminder of the world outside this room that was constantly trying to pull us apart.

And then the needle started nearing to the one minute mark. However, five whole minutes went by but no one appeared! Thorne felt clueless and helpless. No one had returned but he did not feel the mate bond break. Suddenly, a pair of arms engulfed him in a hug from behind and when he spun around, his lips were captured in a hungry kiss that released all their pent up love and poured their heart in that one kiss. “I love you, Thorne ! I love you so damn much ! We will live together !! Finally !”

I love you. —Zevarion A soft gasp escaped me, my heart swelled. I smiled, broad and bright. The butterflies stirred, fluttering wildly in my chest. But then, the necklace twisted. Pain lanced through me, sharp and sudden. I winced and clutched my chest, the thorns tightening as they fed on joy itself, punishing me for feeling love. Tears sprang to my eyes, but even through the agony, a small, wicked smile crept onto my lips.

Thorne clenched his fingers tightly, protecting the four-leaf clover tightly, but his mouth was filled with grievances, “Today, I don't want luck, I want love." Thea's pupils dilated, and her entire face burned a crimson red from her ears. "How did you become so...frivolous?" Thorne, “..." Speechless and choked up. Thea suddenly realized that she had said something wrong, and she chuckled awkwardly, then added, "But I really like you like this, though." Thorne stifled a laugh. "Since you like it, why not reward me?" "What reward?" Thea asked, confused. Thorne's face pressed forward, but Thea remained indifferent. Thorne stood upright, feeling desolate.

“You are and this look of love in your eyes…are you in love with anyone around here?” My cheeks heated up immediately. Love? Everything that was happening between Thorne and me was a dangerous game of lust and attraction fueled by the mating bond. If he rejected me, I was confident that the bond would die. The only woman Thorne has ever loved was Celeste and the only man I had ever loved was my cruel ex-husband, Tyson. “Why would I be in love with anyone here?” I said, my eyes darting over to the phone that vibrated against the table.

he said, a cunning look in his eyes as my gaze shifted instantly. “A chain?” I asked. Since I didn’t wear any chain yesterday, I realized right away it might belong to Michelle. “Let me have it,” I told him, and he handed me a small pack. I opened it quickly and pulled out a necklace with a small heart-shaped pendant.”. I recognized it immediately—she had worn it yesterday. And I noticed how she had touched the chain so many times within the short period we stayed together—it was clearly special to her. Now, it lay in my hand, with her unspoken story , it wasn’t just about saying sorry anymore. I had to return it.

Good news—I’ve just released Special Edition: Trapped in His Love Obsession! So while waiting for updates on the main story, you can enjoy this special edition too. It’s full of comedy from Livia’s pregnancy cravings and sweet side stories of their little family—I promise it will make you smile! You can find it easily by clicking on my profile or typing Special Edition: Trapped in His Love Obsession in the app. ***