Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

“Flip me over your shoulder and shove me to your car? Do your worst or whatever. I’m not leaving this apartment.” Vivian was mumbling something like a prayer around the corner. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t say a word out loud enough. Mr. Redd pushed his glasses up his nose slightly, his lips twitched to the side. Next, Kyla’s feet left the ground. Her stomach suddenly pressed against his shoulder. It happened in a split second. This man didn’t just flip her over his shoulder like some bag of potatoes. Would he shove her into his car, too?

He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.

“I run a business, not a charity. I don’t get my money, you don’t get a place to live. Simple as that.” Desperation clawed at my throat. “I’ll get the money, I promise. Just give me until the end of the week…” He shook his head. “I need that payment by tomorrow, or I’m changing the locks. And if I have to throw your things out myself, I won’t hesitate.” Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them back, forcing myself to nod. Mr. Harris studied me for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh. “Tomorrow,” he repeated firmly. Then he turned and walked down the hall, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance.

Dad said. Andrea asks Wilson to bring her down. She runs towards her nanny and they decided to watch television, her nanny knows that Andrea can’t watch the news right now. “So, what are your plans?” Dad asks. “We will catch the couples right away. I know they are the one who is helping Sebastain. We are also looking at Anna. She may have lend a hand at Sebastian.” Wilson said in low voice. “How about Sebastian himself? If he got caught are ready to show the evidences you got?”

Simon It feels so good to have Marcus home with me; going to bed with him, waking up next to him, touching him, cuddling with him, and having meals with him is just bliss. I know I will wear him down on the job issue. I really want him to feel independent while he finds his footing, and I think paying him to keep the house is the best thing for him. I smile when I remember his cheeky daddy comment earlier, and it makes me think maybe there is a kink there that needs exploring because that word has my dick very interested. I am still smiling when Gwen, my assistant, comes in.

The gun drifted away from Cane’s throat. "I didn't try to run, you stupid little boy," Cane hissed, his lips curling into a grin that showed his stained teeth. "I stood right there in that motel and let you take me. I wanted you to see the map. I wanted you to find the cologne. I needed a monster, Ignatius. And you were always so eager to please." Rafferty froze. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "Cane. What the hell are you talking about?"

"What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following your twisted logic here." A smirk played on Killian's lips, as if he had just unveiled a grand revelation. "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." My right hand. His left cheek. The room was charged with tension as I stood there, hand still suspended mid-air, my palm tingling from the reverberations of the resounding slap. Killian Anderson, Hollywood's entitled heir, looked back at me with a mix of surprise and, dare I say, a touch of admiration. His cheek, now sporting a vibrant shade of red, seemed to radiate the impact of my not-so-gentle reminder that I wasn't one to be trifled with.

Meanwhile, Camille turned to me, with furrowed brows. I sighed but nodded at her, stepping back to lean against the wooden post by the bench. The old woman, sensing the tension, chuckled softly. “You remind me of my late husband. Always so stubborn and unwilling to sit still. But sometimes, young man, waiting is the only thing you can do.” Kane shot her a sharp look but didn’t respond. Instead, he resumed pacing. I could feel the frustration radiating off him, but I understood. Every moment we waited felt like a gamble with the children’s lives.

I heard the nurse say, I wasn't in the mood to waste my breath on her, like hell, am supposed to take permission from her before visiting my own friend, choosing to ignore her, I rather asked, "Is there any improvement?" "Am sorry sir there hasn't been much improvement, but he's still breathing, that's what we are holding on to," she said as she turned to look at Marcus in pity, who does she thinks she is, if Marcus was awake to see that look of pity she had on her face, he would definitely wipe it off because he wouldn't be pleased, he hates when someone looks at him with pity, I don't even remember him having any reason for someone to look at him in pity until this.

I adviced her, advice. Zenith coming to sit in my lap brought the atmosphere of the room lighter, but I could still feel the lingering air of tension we just had, but I was serious I do wish Raymond to be happy and if he will be happy with Beverly then they should both get together and I would wish them the best there is, I have my own happiness to chase after and so should they too. "Oh I almost forgot I inivited Grayson over tomorrow, I want to thank him for what he did