Unscramble Intense Novels & Stories

If they just know the real story! What I just can't accept is why do we have a sex video in the first place? Yeah, I know we have honestly shared a steamy, passionate night that’s why our baby was formed but a video scandal, come on. How could it happen, unless he was part of this! He was filming our intercourse and for what reason maybe? So I cried and was hurt because of the possible fact that Primo planned to really hurt and destroy me, from the very beginning. His intention is to ruin me, my reputation, and my whole life.

But then he took a sharp, shallow breath, his jaw so tight I could see the muscle feathering. “I was this close—” His voice didn't crack; it hardened, compressing into something dense and fierce. He held up his thumb and forefinger, a mere sliver of space between them, his hand rock-steady but charged with a violent energy, like a spring coiled to its breaking point. “This close to not even going at all.” The look in his eyes isn’t only desperate. It is feral. It is a raw, blazing intensity that pinned me in place.

He got angry, but when he chewed someone out, he always did it in a low, dangerous tone. "You're the one talking about how you wanna do her, Jackson!" Scott growled, not moving away from me. "This isn't about me! Let her go!" Jackson advanced on his friend. "I'm drunk, and I'm feeling mean. You don't wanna cross me." Scott held his ground. I realized if I didn't do something things were going to get ugly very quickly and I was going to be right in the middle of it. Jackson's drunken rage was a thing of legend. I was not a big partier, so I rarely saw him when he was drinking, but when I knew he'd had a few, I kept my distance. Scott's hand crept to my ass, and I poured the glass of ice water

he said with a dark tone. I cleaned my ears to be sure I heard right, I pinched myself to be sure I was awake, I looked at the contract, raised it and saw that I was not in a dream. I could feel my intestines squeezing together out of irritation and embarrassment and I just sat there looking at the contract. “What the fuck do you take me for?” I yelled with tears streaming down my eyes

A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop. I press my eyes closed, maybe if I can't see him he can't shatter everything. Everything I have ever worked for. But there is no use in ignoring the imminent threat, the words that will stab through my heart, so much that even I could not stitch it back together. He appears impatient and for a moment, I delude myself into thinking that he is agitated, that he for once is not the epitome of calm and collected. "Heron," his deep voice calls out, a sharp tug at my heart which is ready to shatter.

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against hers. Love is all about becoming silly. In order to have it, you need to come out of your comfort zone and embrace it with all your heart. There would be many love stories displaying different types of love. Some remain incomplete. Some are painful. Some are filled with happiness, while others are built by destiny. But in the end, it is all about finding the intense love in each other and holding onto it.

I scramble to my feet as quickly as I can, my hands shaking violently, but pain shoots through my leg again. I look down. My foot is tangled in a stubborn bush, thorny branches wrapped tightly around my ankle like claws refusing to let go. No. No, no, no. My breath comes faster. I tug at it desperately, trying to free myself but the bush doesn’t budge and the sound of footsteps grows nearer. Heavy and steady, so terrifying they’re close. Too close. My heart pounds harder, I pull with all my strength, ignoring the way the thorns dig deeper into my skin, tearing at flesh.

Quickening her steps, she tried to shake off the unease. But before she could reach her car, a black van screeched to a stop beside her. The doors flung open, and strong arms grabbed her. She screamed, kicking and thrashing, but her cries were muted as a cloth was pressed against her face. The world fades and then went dark. To be Continued….

she said the code word. "Skies are blue" he said flashing a smile as she sat next to him on the bench. She struggled not to look at him but a quick glance was enough. They had never met before. He had disheveled hair, circular metal-framed glasses that she knew were just a disguise he didn’t look smart or myopic not that she was a doctor. A big nose and large lips with a quick smile that went on and off, one thing he couldn’t hide was that cut on his left cheek at least something that matched his profile. Well built, a body builder probably. His voice was deep and raspy. Yet he looked calm and harmless. "So, you have something for me?" Elsie spoke first after that weird introduction that als

Andrew said moving in and out faster causing Maxwell to dugged his fingers Inti him, biting his lips and moaning out in ecstasy as everything felt beautiful when he pulled out and fell to the other side of the bed, breathing heavily just like Maxwell was. He dragged the duvet to cover their body, as he kissed maxwell back, with his skin rubbing his chest when Maxwell struggled to keep his eyes open as he drifted to sleep immediately... * Linda stood at the end of the room, staring at Alessandro as he threw things away in anger. He spoke with a few of his boys instructing them so that they find out where Marcus was immediate as he planned on teaching him a lesson.