Under And Alone Book Novels & Stories

Aluna folded the white paper in her hand. She was shocked after reading five points that welcome her arrival in this magnificent house. The room was too big for her to occupy alone. But what could she do, Aluna had to sleep here alone. "Alone again, it seems I was created to always be alone," Aluna thought, folding a small piece of paper and storing it in a ring box.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

All the while, my hands were under the desk, wrestling Jean for my pants. She pulled with all her might—two soft, full mounds pressing against me as she tugged. Her skin was so tender, so bouncy, it sent a jolt of heat straight through me, making my blood roar. The craving in my gut flared higher. Just then, one of my staff handed me a report to review. I reached out automatically to take it. The moment I let go, Jean shoved my suit pants wide open. My heart slammed into my throat. This was the boss's daughter—an eighteen-year-old virgin. Thank God the desk was big enough to block the view from the front.

I was on my own. The End

Her whole body burned as they tried to pick her off the floor. Then, her reality striked at her again as the voice whispered to her 'You're Alone Now' Drained, she completely blacked out, knowing fully well that was the truth. She was alone!!

That other room, that other moment… Where she had also waited for a word, a hand, a truth. And no one reached for her. That same silence. That same loneliness. The void she knew too well. The kind that came when you asked for help, and no one heard. When you learned that fairness doesn’t always win. When you realized that sometimes, survival is all there is. The memory crossed her chest like a thread of ice. It wasn’t just this mistake. Not just this betrayal. It was becoming that girl again—the one with no backing. The one overlooked. The woman who, even when she shines, is unwelcome if she shines too much.

Alone was not new. But this was different. Margaret’s world was not built for people alone. It was built to isolate them first. A locked bridal suite. A whispered threat. A hospital file. A phone call to one person. A private dinner worded for one pair of ears. A message on a watched phone. Alone was the weapon before the harm. Leah looked down at the tea. “I don’t know how not to be alone without giving too much away.” Daniel’s answer came quietly. “Then give less than everything.”

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

Chapter 1 God, the second the bass hit my chest I knew how the night was going to end. I was already wet, already aching, already sure; someone is cuming inside me tonight or I’m going to lose my mind. The floor was disgusting… tacky with god-knows-what, heels sticking every other step. Bodies were everywhere with cheap perfume and booze breath, everyone shiny under the purple-red lights. I shut my eyes for a second just to feel it: the thump-thump-thump sinking into my heart, into my clit, turning every pulse into this greedy little tug between my legs. My thighs squeezed together on instinct like that was going to help.