To Sir Phillip With Love Novels & Stories

My thumb reached out to save it, pulling it from the clutches of her white pearly teeth. “What about me?” I corked a brow at her, causing her to visibly shudder and stare down. “I want to make love to you sir.” She said in a very hushed tone that I almost missed it. “What was that?” My voice rose an octave. “I mean…” She cleared her throat before looking me straight in the eye. “I want to make love to you sir.” She repeated, causing me to smirk at her. Roughly, I yanked her by her arm before placing her right on top of me so she was straddling me, her hips on either side of my hips

LIAM KNIGHT'S P.O.V: Last night, I was on cloud nine, which would be an understatement. I feel complete with her. When she said that she loves out of the blue I was shocked and I felt so happy. At last, the fear of mine she not loving me didn't become true. I was so confused about her behavior whether she loves me or not. I was so dumb, to be honest. Each and every time when she looked with those unreadable emotions in her eyes was love. She felt the love for me for all those months and I have been a complete idiot and blind about this. She was about to blurt out that she loves me so many times and I haven't noticed it. If she would have said, I would have definitely mirrored her love for me

His hair was thick black, combed neatly back, and his posture was so commanding, as if he owned the entire city spread out below him. He had not turned around yet. I closed the door gently, then stood in the middle of the room. My voice sounded small when it finally came out. “I’m back, Sir.” Only then did he turn around slowly. His eyes caught mine right away, sharp and deep like a starless night. He took another sip of his whiskey, then placed the glass on the small table beside him. A thin smile appeared on his lips, the kind I already knew, the one that always made my stomach feel strange.

she shouted. “Maybe I am,” Philip muttered. “And I know what I’m about to say might sound even crazier, but… I think I’m in love with you. More than I’ve ever loved Camille.” Nala paused. She tilted her head, studying him like he had completely lost it, then burst into laughter. “The psych ward’s still open, you know. It’s not too late. We’ll even pay for a private room.” “I’m serious, Nala.” He stepped forward, but she threw up a hand to stop him.

I don't even love her in the first place. If she returns back safely, it's okay; she will continue to satisfy me whenever the urge comes. If she dies there, it's still okay. I never married her out of love but out of necessity. "Sir, I have something to tell you,” a voice echoed through, which snapped me out of my reverie. As I turned left, it was Philip, my gate man. I sighed. “What do you have to say?" I demanded. He moved closer to me. Like someone who wants to whisper something into my ear. "Can't you speak?” I asked.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. Ever since you left, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. “Come back to me. Please.” If this had been the old me, I would’ve forgiven him in a heartbeat. Now, though, the love I once felt for Charles was long gone. Seeing my lack of reaction, Charles lunged forward, trying to grab my hand. Nathan stepped in, shoving him back with ease. “Mr. Fischer, please have some respect. Sarah is no longer yours.” Charles’ gaze darted between us, unwilling to give up. “I know you still love me. Why else would you still wear the ring I gave you?”

"I smell mac and cheese, come and let's talk over my breakfast." Phillip chortles. "Is this an invitation to eat with you, Sir?" He wants to makes sure although he has a big hunch that this will be good. He didn't expected that this could be so easy by using his dead son to get closer to the family's father.

He continued, seeing the girl had no intention of responding nor moving an inch. “No! I don’t want to, leave me alone!” Britney yelled angrily, refusing to be touched by the helpless maid. “Sir we’ve all tried to get the young Miss to change… but…” Sighing loudly, Phillip shook his head wearily, dusting off the seat beside his daughter as he sat cautiously lifting her up so that her head would be rested against his broad shoulders, then using his free arm he signaled the nearby maids to clear the room. “Come on now sweetheart, you won’t want Jeremy to see you like this…”

“You mean you weren’t with him?” “Who?” “Michael Dangoat, of course.” “Uh… no. I was home.” His smile faded instantly, replaced by his usual stern business look. Selena understood why—without Mikey in the picture, she was just another employee running late. “Anyway, hurry and get to work. No time to waste. Make sure the Pillows are served properly, yeah, Jennifer?” He gestured toward the VIP section, where a well-dressed family waited. “Yes, sir!” Jenny replied.

"Sonia,when I first saw you,I thought my eyes were deceiving me of how your beauty posess me,I tried to deny the fact that I could ever fall in love with you,you kept on occupying my mind with your beauty ,courage self control and your good personality,I promised my self in the past not to fall in love with any woman,cause of my experience I had with women in the past,but here I am kneeling before you,Sonia I can't hide this feeling anymore cause am in love with you,I promise to make you happy and make your face always light with happiness,your beauty alone will never fade,it's will always remain till death do us apart, please marry me,be my wife,and we will for ever remain happy?", Philip p