Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

“You really think killing Draven made you strong? No, Maxim. It just proved how desperate you were to hold on to a title you don’t deserve.” I tilted my head, studying him. “You think I don't deserve to be King?” Cane sneered. “The only thing you deserve is to die by hanging.” I chuckled. “You’re just mad because I didn't let Draven lay his filthy hands on the crown. I beat him at his own game.” “And I will beat you at your own game. Sooner or later I will get rid of you.” I nodded silently. “I will be waiting.” After a pause, I asked. “So tell me, Cane. If you didn’t come here to die tonight, what do you want?”

I muttered before I heard a mild knock on my door. I froze. Mum? Cane? Must be one of them, but the former meant big trouble. I opened the door to see Cane sweaty and shirtless. He had a short towel around his waist, and I tried so hard to control my eyes, but they betrayed me. Apparently, he was still hard. “What do you need?” I asked, trying to stay focused. “Reduce the sound of that toy. You can come to my office for some goodies tomorrow.” He whispered and went back into the room.

I was about to inform the receptionist when I caught a familiar scent. “Mr. Cane?” I don’t know, but his cologne was so memorable and special that I turned to call his name, and he suddenly faced my direction. “You again?” He sounded annoyed and didn’t look pleased to see me. I walked over to him. “Hi.” I swallowed hard. He was better looking than yesterday, more intimidating, and intoxicating. “Why are you here? Do you want to ruin my day like yesterday?” He questioned me curtly. Then I knew he wasn’t behind the bad review. All I had to do was plead with him and convince him to help me. I knew he was a famous and busy person, but explaining the truth to the public wouldn't take much of his

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.

Now I have to figure out how to deal with this sudden remembrance of how I had a hand in killing Mrs Robert even though Mrs stone didn’t get what she wanted, she didn’t get to keep the name Robert and is only an illegal wife. And jothan is back, I definitely do not want to see him either….

I said. *** I walked out of the hospital I thought I was gonna find a perfect person who had the traits I want It was just fruitless none of them matched what I want I twist my face as I remembered what Dr Cathie said "You have taste, I bet your man is gonna be soooo cutteee" My man? Who's gonna get married? I sighed as I sat on one of the chairs in the park I went to a park to cool my head What am I going to do now?

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.