Ugly Love Series In Order Novels & Stories

Lisa Kleypas ~•~ •X A V I E R• Would you call it bad luck or the worst timing, if you end up working with the same person you spent five years hating? Evelyn Rose Williams, the girl that I loved with every nerve fibre in my being. But now, I despise her the most. Immature, materialistic narcissist who just cared about herself, who played with each and every person's emotions as they were pawns in her life. The girl who could stoop down to the lowest, if it benefited her in any way. The girl once ruined my life, and I'd never let that happen again. After five years of messing with my head, why the hell was she back? Why couldn't she just leave me alone?!

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Zara nibbles softly on the flavoured pastries , her stomach was full and stuffy, but she couldn't stop eating, they were so delicious. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes , where he sat a few distance away from her. She decided that he wasn't so bad, not as evil as she had heard about his kind, he had not hurt her. Her subconscious was utmost relaxed in that aspect, he would never hurt her, the thought came to her naturally.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

“Hi Keegan. How is your morning going? You ready to come back to the better side of love and leave this freak behind. I can help you forget all about her.” She says her like I am some sort of disease, and she says it while she looks up and down my body with a sneer. Then I feel Keegan wrap his arms around me and pulls my backside flush with his front and when he looks down at me and gives me a smirk, I can’t help but blush when I feel why he gives me the smirk. Then he looks over to Jasmine and I can feel his hatred towards her when I hear what he has to say.

It was definitely amusing. The fact that all the girls Solomon loved always ended up dead didn't sit right with me. I didn't particularly appreciate how his love story usually ended. First, it was Christiana, and then, it was Emily. I felt bad for him because he was a good person, and he deserved to be loved and cherished. I hoped Jocelyn would give him that.

"Okay, first of all, Rihana, you need to take a step back and not make this about you-" " I'm just being honest with you because I care about you too and wouldn't want you to get hurt. I know how many girls Alex has used in the past for his own pleasure while I was gone. You just happened to be a bit special because of your blood, darling, it's making him crave for more. He's a vampire, Katy and you're a human. That's never happened before. He is never going to fall in love with a human." "And what about you?"

It filled her till it leaked out, mixing with her own wetness. The musky scent of sweat and cum filled the air. Her legs shook around me, heels slipping down my ass, breaths coming in shattered sobs against my shoulder. "I love how you take my cum," I murmured, kissing her jaw, feeling her tremble through the aftershocks. > When her body finally relaxed under mine, she cupped my face with her soft hands. “Don’t run away from me again,” she whispered. My breath shuddered out. “I’m done running.”

She still looks at me like she wants to kill me. And that single look sends a raw, electric jolt straight through my veins, hotter than the aged whiskey still burning on my tongue. Fifteen years of poison and unresolved war ignite between us in one searing second. Her hazel eyes burn with pure, unfiltered hatred, her full red lips pressed into a thin, furious line. My pulse thunders in my ears. My cock twitches hard against the confines of my tuxedo pants, already half-hard from nothing more than her glare.

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

“You always come back to me… when the beast needs control.” I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. She arched her back as I climbed over her, my hands rough as they squeezed her full breasts and thighs not with affection, but hunger. Desperation. Frustration. I bit, and she moaned, clutching at my shoulders like she loved the pain. She liked it like this messy, wild, and hard. I needed something, anything to make me forget last night and Saraphina. Veronica was panting beneath me, nails dragging down my back. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Let it out. Let the monster out. You know I can take it.”