Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

Kathryn glanced down at the baby, her fingers brushing against his tiny hand. Lyon walked over and sat beside her, his arm resting gently on the back of the couch. “Lets get married again.” Lyon said, staring at the surprised Kathryn. Kathryn couldn't help it as tears dropped freely from her eyes. She nodded, “I'll marry you a thousand times, Lyon.” —— Wendy was on her way to prison, handcuffed and escorted in the back of a prison van, her mind blank, her heart pounding in her chest. The road ahead was clumsy.

“If you can't feel it, then I'm in torment because I can't channel it. Imagine, every day I see Avelyn. In sexy tight dresses, nightgowns, ruffled clothes, and whatever, I always want to eat her because of all those sexy outfits. But, I can not. Every day it feels like I want to die because my body is burning, but I can't get any release. All I can do is look at her from afar, then make her scream angry near me." "Two pathetic people, huh?" said Lean scornfully. The half bottle of scotch that Lean had managed to gulp down was now starting to react. He was a little drunk and tired. Today he has a very solid job coupled with the whining of his friends who keep pushing him a company to take ove

Kirk approached Candice and said, “Miss Whitmore, this is a private event. Please step outside. If you wish to talk to Mr. Wright, you need to schedule an appointment.” “An appointment? You never approve any of my appointment requests!” Candice shot back, her eyes watering. She turned to Kenneth, begging, “Kenneth, please. I won’t take too much of your time.” Kenneth simply dismissed her, signaling Kirk to handle the matter. “What’s going on?” Freya asked. Even Freya's parents had the same question. “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Kenneth said coldly. Kirk used threats, including calling security, to force Candice out of the venue. Only then did she leave.

am I happy about that silly thought. “You promise not to get too close to Daniel or any other man at all”, he said. “Ok I promise. Can I go now?” I said as I was in a hurry to leave. “Don’t go, I’m not done”, he stopped me. “What else sir?”, I asked withought patient. “If I do see you close to anybody, I’ll get the right to have you”, he muttered close to my ears making me shiver a little. “Sir??”, I was now totally confused. This is exactly what mrs stone wants, and what I recently want to run away from because having him so close to me sends shivers down my spine. And now he wants to clearly have me.

“Here you’re a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you’re going to get.” What am I going to get? I almost wanted to ask the question. Nearly dying with curiosity now. “What are you going to do?” I eyed that holster. “Shoot me?” He snorted. “Why would I do that?” He reached into his side pocket and lifted his fold handcuffs to tap them pointedly toward me. “When this could be sooo much more fun.” “Porter!” “My name is Kane. Only people at Clark & Walker call me that.” “But I-”

I snapped myself out of the trance and crossed my arms over my chest, rooting my feet to the floor to ensure he didn’t see me falter. "Mmm, perhaps that might happen," I mused, letting the silence stretch between us. "In your dreams. Because, truth be told, my taste aligns more with men like Mike: affluent, sophisticated, charismatic, and mature.” I punctuated that last word with a sharp edge. I watched his jaw hinge and lock, his gaze darkening into a shadowed abyss. So? Let him stew.

“But I want to ask for a favor.” “S*x?” Kane said, making me feel like hitting his head with a bat. “No, jeez,” I replied sharply. “I need you to turn around.” “But our d*cks are over here?” Kane asked again, looking like he was truly confused. Cannon raised a brow and stood. “Why? Is there a problem?” “No, there isn’t. Would you just do it?” “Do with cupcake wants, Alpha Male.” ‘So many glares in one day? Don’t their eyes hurt?’ I asked myself.

was enough? ***

There were plenty of red lights, and each time, it kept getting darker. If I didn't act fast, I feared those red lights would be bleeding out of me and those I care for, in red, dark liquid form. ‘I would make you wish you stopped breathing.’ Did he really mean what he said that day? And that he would do anything just to get what he wanted... was that "anything" death? Was Marcel like that? Was Helen right about him? My phone chimed with a notification, and I clicked on the video. It started with a dark warehouse background, and then I caught a man sitting, bloody, on the rough floor.

"That good character is what makes me willing to accept Marra, especially since Luke himself proposed it. I heard that her mother has schizophrenia." Celine's hand stopped as she was about to put a green daisy into the vase. She squinted. "That bad? It must be a hard life, but she seems to be cheerful, or maybe she only complains when she's alone." Celine supported her chin. "This is too hard for her." She snorted. "It's better not to ask if Marra doesn't reveal everything herself. She doesn't like being a burden to others. She's too mature."