Trespasses Novels & Stories

No more questions, just him and being locked in his warm embrace. Greg shut his eyes and harshly caught his breath. He simply couldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t come on time and if he wasn’t able to rescue her and something bad had happened to her. He just couldn’t! “I’m sorry, Oliv. I’m sorry that I left and that you were put in a dangerous situation because of my negligence. I’m sorry if I almost arrived late to have you rescued. I’m sorry if you were so frightened and you became helpless under that idiot’s attempt to assault you. I’m sorry, Olivia. I couldn’t know how to forgive myself if something happened to you if I didn’t come back right in time and if I happened to have not preven

They say you shouldn’t keep track of time when you’re having trouble sleeping - and that was exactly what I did. Instead, driven by random impulse, I stood up and walked out of my room. And then, without sparing another thought, I walked into Alan’s room. I was acting so impulsive that I didn’t even have the time to realize what and why I was doing it. Without knocking, I barged into his room as though it was my own. He killed the lights but left a small bedside lamp on, which was shining bright enough for me to notice the utter confusion on his face when I sashayed over to the empty side of the bed and climbed atop.

He did not even bother to try and hide that he was within the pack grounds, that he was trespassing territory. Typical. Arrogant. Sloppy. “Are you trying to get yourself caught by being here without bothering to hide your scent?” I asked, glaring at him. “It is you who is going to get in more trouble than I. I believe that you know that if you get caught then he is going to have your life. It is only natural for a rogue to trespass territory. That is why I am called a rogue.” He said, taking a step towards me. “You called for me and I came. I did not think that I was going to need to take precautions. I thought that you would have them already set.”

“This is a felony,” Amelia hisses as she swings one leg over the wall, muttering curses under her breath. We are climbing over the white stucco wall of Naomi’s manicured estate in Miravista Isles like a squad of suburban criminals. “No, it’s not,” Dawn whispers back. “It’s trespassing, and only if we get caught.” “Comforting,” Bethany mutters, already halfway over, her sandals dangling from one hand. Naomi has still been ignoring my calls, so here we are... forced to go to extra lengths.

Dust floats in the beams like little secrets hanging in the air. It's quiet. Too quiet. No one really bothers with the garden these days. Keisha mentioned it once. How she can watch it from her end, how it's slowly faded into silence. Forgotten. I move faster, watching my back despite knowing no one is home aside from him. Thanks to Kendrick, I know where the blind spots are now. The places where the cameras don't reach. Where the angles go dark and no one's watching. Whoever had the brilliant idea to disable the cameras in just the right corners deserves a blessing. While it's technically for Kendrick's protection, to keep his presence off the radar, it's become our secret passageway.

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

“Why not? You just said you believed me.” “I do.” He moved away from me and toward the far side of the room, unhurried with his hands behind his back. “But you trespassed on my land, and I can’t let that go without consequence. People talk. If word got around that Dravon Pack lets trespassers walk away without anything to show for it, I’d have a different kind of problem on my hands.” I watched him move. “So what does that mean for me?”

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

His cock throbbed against the confinement of his jeans, almost painful now that she had named the thing he had been trying to control for weeks. Nora shifted her bag higher on her shoulder. “Third floor. Room 3.14. The lock still works.” She turned and walked away without waiting for an answer. Cassian stood frozen for a full ten seconds. Every instinct for control told him to go in the opposite direction, find a bathroom, take care of the problem the way he had been doing, and forget this conversation ever happened. Instead he found himself climbing the stairs two at a time, jaw tight, the ache between his legs sharp and insistent.

I know he’ll know what that means. An email comes right back: ‘I need to send 6 again before the end of the week. I can’t lose that revenue like that. Can we reroute to another port?’ ‘Yeah, and I’ll cover the cost of the truck fuel for the extra land travel it will require. This loss is on my company. Lapses in security on the docks led to this.’ “Daddy, Mommy had to go back to helping Astrid’s mommy.” Freya calls from the stairs. I stand up and walk out of my office to see her still standing at the top of the stairs.