Very Special Novels & Stories

as in death or lost as in he isn't with the woman anymore. The conversation continued but Vespera was the only one who didn't move on. Instead, she observed him quietly until the dinner was over. She waited until the group had dispersed before she left. She said her goodbyes warmly, thanked the host, exchanged cards with two people she actually intended to call. She didn't say goodbye to Ezekiel directly. She just smiled at him across the room as she left, knowing damn well that she had perfectly captured his attention and possibly his heart.

His tone is point blank, with a hint of sarcasm. "So you believe that only a few people in the world are special?" He sits back. His eyes stare into mine. "I think the words speak for themselves. Everyone cannot be special. Special is something out of the ordinary. If being special is ordinary, then you aren't special, are you? Now, everyone is different, that is true.But being different isn't being special." Interesting. At first it seemed like he was just a pompous ass, who believed only a few could be special, and he was one of them.

Meanwhile, I've been dodging most of them. As of the moment, I'm very sure about one thing: Blake has become the most special person in my life right now. Well, that is aside from this slowly growing fruit inside me. What a turn of events that past few days have been. Sometimes, I feel like drowning in all of these emotions. Some are new to me, while others are quite familiar.

Special gave out a nonchalant look and with a weird smile she walked out of her and went to Jeiel who was now conscious. "Jeiel. she called trying to touch him but it moved backward. "I am Special from the underworld and am here to give that which you yearns for, she whispered grinning widely at him. "Now I want you to be good to me because I am your saviour and am here to help you, okay, she fluttered her eyes at him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on Jeiel. She watched the tiny memories of Jeiel and clicked past them like her gallery.

Must they all be lethal and ridiculously attractive? Antonio moved closer to the kitchen island, his expression calm but slightly amused. “Because Adrian just walked in there with a bottle of bloody Scottish whiskey—no glass, mind you. And he hates Scottish whiskey.” He pulled open the fridge and grabbed a beer. “Which only means he’s properly pissed off about something, and trying to have a chinwag with a pissed-off Adrian is utterly pointless.” He twisted off the cap. “Might even get you shot. Or worse.” He said, his British accent more noticeable.

He warned and pulled her down on his lap as she sniffed with her arms wrapped around his neck. "You are the first and only woman, whom I want to touch and feel." He rasped and took her lips in a deep kiss just to make it more clear in her head with his actions. His message received her beautifully as she responded back. He breaks the kiss to let her breath as he placed his forehead against hers. "You're the most special person to me." He rasped, his silver glassy eyes glinting with the emotions that reside in his heart as he wiped her tears with his thumbs and she wiped his, as they sat there foreheads attached.

It's feeling like something bad is gonna happen. " Date at home?" I asked and he shook his head. " Although every dinner with you feels like a new amazing date but today I want to take you somewhere, very special," my heart skipped a beat , hearing ' very special ' . " Why? Thinking about taking me to heaven?" I asked in sarcasm and he laughed. " I don't need a special place to take you to heaven. I can take you to heaven, only on this bed," double meaning. This sentence has a double meaning. How dare he talk to me like this.