Unwillingly Yours Novels & Stories

I wanted to say I was ready but I couldn't say it . " I know you are not and I don't want you to regret your first time either " said Jacob as he leaned forward and propped himself right on top of myself straddling my body , while he licked his fingers that were dripping with my wetness clean " Time to pay princess, push them together for me " I did as he told me and he positioned himself and picked up his pace with a grunt " yeah just like that , oh princess "

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Haley looked at it. Then at the camera. "Declined." She tapped the invoice with one manicured finger. The old goddess placed her hand over Haley's. Susan placed hers over both. Across the world, millions of people stood up from their knees. Not because sunlight stopped mattering. Because gratitude did not require slavery. The invoice cracked. Ra's boat shook. Priya shouted from the press room, "Collective refusal of compulsory consideration!" Dana and Marion repeated it. The seventeen witnesses broadcast the phrase. Wolves in Manhattan howled it. Mirror ships sang it. The firewall trust picked it up and turned it into review language.

All horrible possible scenarios ran through my head at an uncontrollable speed. True, I was supposed to come home today but not until the evening, but seeing the circumstances, I'd drop everything for my princess. My leg bounced up and down the entire way, and I had a glass of whisky in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I took a long sip and enjoyed the burning feeling it brought. I brought the cigarette to my mouth and took a long drag. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I heaved out a sigh. I looked beside me and stared at the matte black gift box, which was wrapped with a red ribbon.

I need to be free from Kian first, this few days only made me more certain I can’t forgive him for everything he has done. ” That was some interesting days you have been on,” Jessie says and smiles at me I give her a smile back ” Yeah you could say that” they both laugh. I pour myself another cup of coffee and walk over to the counter and take a seat on the chair. ” Can’t wait for you to find your mate, Then we can talk about it Jessie” I say to her ” I will never accept any mate! I don’t want one” Jessie says. I know she is as reluctant to find her mate as Emma is, they have different reasons. But I can understand hers too.

Williams finished laughing and wiped at her eyes. "Oh honey, so young, so naive. We don't actually do the work, we just sign checks and send it off to the different places they need to go. Right now, we're donating a new gym to Blackstone Prep, then we're going to send a check to an orphanage somewhere in Africa, we're going to spin, and wherever the bottle lands is the country we'll send it to." I was gobsmacked, I looked around the room so if anyone felt the way I did but they were all the same.

He don't want to scared this woman infront of him and take advantage of her drunk state. Clairol's blush and feel a dryness on her throat. She cleared her throat to get his attention away from her legs. “Please eyes up here.” She bravely said when ashame suddenly hit her. “And excuse me.” She tried to get her legs to put it together but the man still standing between on her. Clairol's just shook her head. “Uhm, Can you move backward a little bit?” “Oh, right. I'm sorry.” Draven chuckle and he move backward like what the woman said.

He didn't look back, didn't apologize, a moment later, the heavy front door of the penthouse clicked shut, leaving me standing in the center of the room. The silence that followed wasn't just quiet; it was deafening, It clawed at my skin. A heavy, burning wave of pure, unadulterated frustration coiled deep in my belly. My skin felt too tight. The rejection hadn't killed my desire; it had mutated it into something angry, violent, and desperate. I was forty years old, at the absolute peak of my womanhood, and I was starving. I couldn't stay in our bedroom, the scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, a cruel mockery of what I couldn't have.

' My voice trailed off, choked by a sudden wave of sorrow and frustration. 'She was too proud,' William Wesley whispered, tears finally spilling over his wrinkled eyelids and tracking down his cheeks. 'She inherited my stubbornness. She refused to let me win, even if it meant suffering in silence. And that is my greatest punishment—knowing that my foolish pride and harsh words robbed my daughter of comfort, and robbed me of precious years with her... and with you.'

Dante pushed the plug deeper with his thumb and held it there while Nico and Vince took turns fingering my cunt open, showing off how sloppy and used it had become. “Married cunt,” Nico said to a man who paused to look. “Badge and everything. Can’t get enough of getting ruined.” I turned my face away. Dante grabbed my jaw and made me look at the stranger. “Tell him what you are.” My voice came out cracked. “Their whore.” “Louder.” “I’m their whore.” The man nodded once and moved on. Dante smiled against my ear. “Good girl.”