Unwillingly Yours Novels & Stories

That way nobody has to listen to him saying trash things to people or looking down on everyone like he’s a god. I hit send and waited, my heart beating with happy anticipation. Seconds later, the response lit up my screen. (310) 555-0149: Damn. And here I thought I was the only one who hated being paired up in class today. My eyes widened in surprise. [Secret Girl]: Wait, you got stuck with a bad partner too? (310) 555-0149: The absolute worst. I also wish my partner would wake up tomorrow unable to speak a single word. I am so sick and tired of looking at her miserable, cheap, petty face all day.

Scarlett said coldly. Her gaze landed on a small shelf beside the bed. Her anger spiked the moment she saw a wooden box resting there. Her heart tightened with hatred. She remembered that box clearly—it was a gift Adrian had given Elowen on her twentieth birthday. Back then, Scarlett had thought the gift was meant for her. Instead, Adrian had given it to Elowen. “Why is this still here?” Scarlett shouted. “Throw it away.” Her voice trembled with rage. “Ma—” one of the maids began, her hands shaking as she held the box. “This… this is Miss Whitemere’s precious item. She—”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," I moan. "Yes, I want it. I want you to breed me. I want you to ruin me. I want you to use me however you want." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

XX John. Sabrina's card was just as corny and cheap, but was titled 'I'm So Sowwy' on the front with a big, sad-eyed puppy. On the inside the same puppy was being cuddled by another puppy and the quote was, 'It'll get better. Pwomise.' You'd written, 'BFWMB, You might be alone tonight, but I promise that you will find complete satisfaction tomorrow. We'll just keep trying until you're so satisfied you can't stand right. Deep breath, DD.'

Freedom. “I…” I swallowed. “I still want to donate to the NICU. If there’s extra. I can’t stop that. It matters to me.” He nodded once. “Agreed. You produce enough. We’ll make sure they get what they need. The rest is mine.” I stared at him, heart pounding. “Okay,” I breathed. “I agree.” His mouth curved into a predatory grin that made the flesh between my legs go hot and tight. “Undress.”

“It pays very well. But it demands total availability. Travel. Discretion. Are you sure?” Elowen read the vague lines. Her pulse raced. The money would cover her mother’s treatments and more. She met his eyes. “I’m not afraid of hard work, Mr. Blackwood.” She picked up the pen. The paper felt smooth under her fingers. She signed her name at the bottom. Thaddeus stood and stepped close. He smelled like expensive cologne and power. He lifted her chin with one finger. “Good girl.”

From everything and now, one thing is sure, he is hating the scene and the thought that someone else is acting close to his Sky. With the run and ride of things can one of them say it for real? “I am yours, no refund.” ----- Anonymous -----

Without you guys, I would be in a corner somewhere having a never-ending existential crisis. I'll work harder to bring more enjoyable stories to you. Have a great time! Hugs. See you soon. Yours, Waen P.S. Take all my love.

"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." "𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."