Trouble In Paradise Novel Novels & Stories

She was the girl who called him Daddy, who had led him out of the light and into a paradise of exquisite, shared corruption. Their story had no holy ending. It only had this: the desperate, endless now of skin, and sin, and a love that felt like hellfire, burning bright enough to blot out heaven itself.

It is called; AMBIVALENCE: An Interracial Billionaire Love Story. It is filled with a lot of spice and steam and a romantic plot line with a sprinkle of drama. Plus for my chocolate mamas who like their coffee with a little crème, then this is definitely a story for you. Did I mention the lead is a Navy Seal with arm tattoos and a bad boy attitude? Again, thank you all for your support.

"This is so unfair, man." Rody, who Jay has decent opinion of, is ruining her image of him by wearing shoes in his own home. She doesn't mind his hedious neon green T-shirt which blinds whoever sees it, but she does mind him wearing sneakers, which he wore outside, and came back inside to walk all over the room before he finally sat down with her brother.

I was very worried that I would find Jared at my condo when I returned home, but luckily he wasn’t there. I let out a huge sigh of relief. At this second I was super glad that he didn’t have a key to my place. I felt secure being at home. Even though I was just starving a few hours ago, I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything. I had lost any appetite that I had. So I ended up just popping a pill to help with the headache I ended up with from all the crying. I looked in the mirror at myself. I barely recognized myself. I looked awful. I wasn’t someone who cared too much about my appearance but this was almost too much.

Yet, despite the brutal storm, the weight of Makayla’s secrets felt heavier and more unsettling. As my cabin finally appeared through the swirling white, soft lantern light spilling onto the snow-covered porch, relief flooded my limbs. My shoulders ached beneath the bags, and a deep chill had seeped into my bones. The comforting glow promised warmth, shelter, and safety. But with Makayla inside, I wasn’t sure that was entirely true anymore.

Then he looked up, caught me watching, and didn’t flinch. “Problem?” he asked, voice light. I kept my face flat. “You texting your wife?” I asked, letting it sound like sarcasm. Harlow’s mouth curved. “You jealous?” I stepped closer, slow. “No,” I said. “I’m careful.” His smile didn’t change, but his eyes sharpened a fraction. “Careful gets men dead when it turns into paranoia.” “Paranoia gets men dead when it turns into trust,” I answered. We stood there for a beat. The air between us tightened, not because either of us moved, but because we were both measuring.

“Oh, well, that would explain the angry look I got from her when Jordan and I were at the bar.” “You mean when he kissed you at the bar?” Uku wiggles his eyebrows at me. “We all saw it, Trouble,” he says, smirking. “Trouble?” I ask with a laugh. “Yep, that’s your nickname now, and you’re stuck with it,” he laughs as well. “If he’s with Eva, why would he kiss Elisha in front of her?” Ailani asks. “Maybe he and Eva have an arrangement,” Keoni says. “He has left with other women from here when she’s been working.”

Cara, felt so disoriented. She tried to close her eyes to shut out the white light. But it was as if her eyes were stuck wide open. When she tried to cover her eyes with her hands that didn't work either. At first she thought she might be tied down. But when she attempted to move her arms she didn't feel any resistance. She tried to move her legs, but it was the same as when she tried to move her hands. There was no feeling of resistance. As best as she could tell she wasn't bound up or anything. Instead it was almost as if she just didn't have arms or legs to move. She thought it was very strange that this thought didn't fill her with panic. Instead, she really didn't seem to care very much

Pete carefully released all the manacles and the spreader and helped Tracie to a sitting position. She felt weak and shaken but still unbelievably stimulated. He poured two glasses of wine from the cooler he'd set up earlier and handed her one. "To us, my lovely princess. And to heights we have yet to attain." He stretched out his hand and touched his glass to hers. "You know, sugar, I've looked a long time for a woman who could match my sexual appetite and enjoy the things I do. I certainly never expected to find it at my new office."

I cussed under my breathe and began pulling myself and luggage up the stairs. I began to pull my bags again and I stopped midway at the second flight. The stairs were too much. I groaned and leaned against the wall. Was I going to have to climb these stairs everyday? I didn't need to workout then. I heard a fowl whistle and I looked up to find a group of boys walking towards me, the last thing I needed. “What do we have here?” The guy in front asked walking up to me. “Fresh fruit, just ripe enough for the picking” he smiled and I forced myself to look up at him, about to bash him with my pent up frustration. But as I saw his face, I swallowed my tongue, what in the name of Salvador... he was