Trouble In Paradise Novel Novels & Stories

Still, my mind wouldn’t rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Diego. The way his body shifted into something terrifying and magnificent, the feral light in his gaze, the storm he had carried into our courtyard. But in those same fragmented memories, there was also something else—a flash of silver fur near me, a presence that felt protective rather than threatening. It didn’t fit the story my mother had woven. On the fifth day, Grace came. The door creaked open and her familiar figure slipped inside, bringing with her the comfort of normalcy I hadn’t realized I craved. She looked nervous, her dark hair braided back hastily, her eyes wide when they fell on me.

"Go." He stands. His legs are unsteady. He has to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. For a moment, he just looks at me—this broken, bleeding, burning woman in the corner of a dungeon cell. His face is a mask of grief and guilt and something that looks like love. Then he turns. He walks to the door. He doesn't look back. The door closes. The lock turns. And I am alone with the fire and the darkness and the terrible, burning knowledge that the man who saved my life as a child just poisoned me to save his own.

Marcus will never be able to touch me again. I hate the thought of leaving Isla Martago, it's the only place I’ve ever been until now. The world has such beautiful places to explore. If I marry Nikolai, maybe he’ll take me on a honeymoon to Greece or Spain, some amazing place somewhere far away from the island, a place with white beaches and crystal clear water. Anyplace really the farthest from here the better and leave the ghost of my past that follows me around like a shadow. It's a constant reminder.

She should be joyous that he found another woman, he would let go of his obsession with her, wasn't that what she always wanted? Faith sighed quietly wondering if fate was also laughing at her predicament, she was in love with a person who was infatuated with her, but she couldn't be with him because she knew how scheming and dangerous he was, she planned to take over his wealth so she could defend herself and Maya against him but she also didn't want him to be involved with another woman, to forget about her and their daughter which was exactly what she desired in the first place? A loud frustrated groan escaped her mouth, why couldn't life be kinder to her? Buried in her thoughts, Faith di

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

decided to dose me and Caleb instead. I never would have expected that sweet, shy boy to be that two-faced. Thinking back on the night made my ears heat up. No wonder this world was based on a smutty novel. But I brought a man home. Travis was probably going to throw me out for good. He had extreme cleanliness standards. The fact that he didn’t kick us out last night was already miraculous. I changed into the most conservative outfit I owned and tiptoed out of my room. Travis was sitting on the couch, expression unreadable. The place was spotless. Caleb was gone.

It’s better to acknowledge his feelings by myself instead of him telling me later. I heard no reply. Maybe he talked to his mind, like he always does. I walked ahead of him. “Stay—” he said. I felt something cold touching my bare neck, and my hand involuntarily went to touch the metal. I gasped as my gaze fell on the diamond necklace with a big teardrop yellow diamond pendant. My shoulders stiffened as I felt his lips on the back of my neck, pressing a swift kiss. “I would never enjoy your misery… sweetheart. But you shouldn’t be trusting anyone else other than me, or you will get hurt…”

But enough. He took my hand and held it tightly against the sheets, moving slower this time, more careful than before. The emotions crashing through me became impossible to separate. Nervousness. Want. Fear. Trust. And him. It has always being him. The pain slowly faded, replaced by warmth that spread through my entire body as he kissed me softly, almost like he was trying to calm the storm he created. But Kyle was a storm. And eventually, he lost control. His restraint shattered piece by piece until his movements turned desperate, intense, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

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CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.