Unwillingly Yours Novels & Stories

(THE PROMINENT BOOK) “I AM LOYAL, BUT NOT FAITHFUL, I AM INNOCENT, YET TOO GOOD FOR MY WITS. I MAY LOOK NOBLE AND GENTLE, BUT I AM BEYOND TWISTED. IN THIS WORLD WHERE I DO NOT ORIGINALLY BELONG, I CALL FOR NO ONE, BUT HER. I WANTED NOTHING, BUT HER VERY WORLD, AS I DESIRE FOR HER HEART UNLIKE ANYONE ELSE. I’LL GLADLY PLAY ANY GAME AND TOOK ANY DEAL AS LONG AS I WILL HAVE HER. SO, CAN I SIGN A DEAL?”

All of a sudden I didn't feel so welcome anymore. ***

I go back to the my Messenger app to reply his messages. Jane :Hey there! Didn't know that you're very excited to be accepted. James : Oh, is that so. I'm sorry. Jane : It's fine. What are you doing? James : Chatting with you? I laughed at his reply. He's very sarcastic huh? Jane : Okay, night. : I need to sleep early : I have a flight tomorrow. James : Where are you going? Jane : City of Flowers. James : Oh, good night, lady. Have a safe flight tomorrow.

“I want to be yours… freely… willingly… forever yours.” The end. Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed this story I invite you to read another one of my stories: “Between the mobster and the CEO” and “Flowers for Olivia”. You can find them both here at Goodnovel.

“All you have to do is ask.” I looked at him warily, unsure if I should believe him, but finally deciding it was worth the risk. “Please make me come Alphas.” I used the sweetest voice I could muster but it was gravelly with need. “Your wish is our command, Angel.” Ryan promised.

‘I’ll do whatever I can,’ Jill replied honestly. ‘I hope you’ll call me Eunice from now on. I realize you’re trying to show me respect, and it’s plain to me that your parents raised you to be polite, but out here, we’re rather informal. When late February comes and the wind is whistling down the chimneys and the ice keeps us from getting into town much. I’d like to think the two of us will have .some good, oldfashioned friendship to keep out the chill. What do you say?’

Wait Quietly Jaecar’s light green eyes appeared in my line of vision. I cast him a last pleading look. Willing him to suddenly have a change of heart and let me go. “Wait for me.” He said. Urging, “Quietly.” My lips twitched in contempt as I glared at him. The Hell I will! “Remember, if you scream, if you struggle, the pack will hear you.” And they’ll all want to mate. I knew it without him having to say it. I deflated a little at the thought. And my struggling could make me sweat which would only carry my hormone better in the wind.

But it had to be a conscious agreement, even if he said it without thinking. Seeing how determined she was to get someone to say "yes," Raymond and Alex quickly caught on. Raymond thought, "This must need a spoken agreement to work. As long as we don’t say it out loud, it won’t happen." Raymond wasn’t about to fall for it. "I already told you—I’m fine giving you all my bad luck," he replied, keeping one thought clear in his mind: "Only bad luck, no fortune." He made sure to avoid saying anything like "willing" or "agree."

He looked at me like he was going to give a good answer. “I won't be part of this deal” he replied coldly. Without hesitation. One look at him and I knew convincing him would really be harder. Why is it so hard for him to be obliged to the deal? “We won't be able to share this room, until both of us are in agreement. I just can't run away here. It'll ruin my father's reputation and your home too, we can both end this marriage after two years. Within this period, whatever reason made us married would be resolved, and we go pir separate ways. Our separate lives."

Say yes and I will start tonight. I looked at the screen. My pussy was still sore. My ass still hurt from the crop. I typed. What if I say no? She answered. Then nothing. You go back to the choir. You stay poor. You stay small. You stay wanting what you already felt. Or you say yes and I give you all of it. I will pay your rent. I will buy the car. I will make sure no one finds out. Choose. I sat there. My fingers still smelled like her. I typed.