When The Star Falls By Jojissi Novels & Stories

I smile as I gaze at my ring, holding my hand up so it catches the light. "You like it?" I shake my head. "I love it. It's perfect." "Thank you for saying yes." "There was never any other answer for me. I started falling for you the night you fed me dessert." "So that's all it took, huh? Buttering you up with sweets?" "Pssh. Obviously. That and your sexy body." "I see. If I let myself go from all the desserts then you'll leave me?" "Of course." "Guess I'll just have to keep reminding you why you fell for me in the first place, then."

« I didn't understand why they were protecting Jayden and threw up on him for a moment. We went back in and I couldn't find Joey at our place with the girls. I ran my fingers through my hair, checking the top section. The VIP was full and I just couldn't find them right away. Where is she? Afterwards she does something she regrets! I'd rather she's here with us!! Kirsten came with some drinks and handed them out to Steve, Debby, Jane and kept one. I waited for Joey to appear right behind her, but that wasn't the case. So I went to Kirsten and asked her about Joey. "She's at the bar in front, talking to a guy like that!" Without answering, I immediately wanted to go to Joey when she grabbed m

As she jogged up the stairs, Quinn called her again. "Yeah Quinn—" Crystal fell backward and was hit by someone. She grimaced, her elbows tried to keep her from rolling down, but hitting the marble floor was as annoying as rolling over. Both sick and embarrassing! "Sorry. I did not mean to. Are you all right?" The tone of the person in front of her was polite and gentle, with a hoarse voice that made her stomach turn upside down. She recognized this voice, this was the same voice that had made her flutter all those years ago.

Meekey whispered. “I didn’t do it for you,” Tasha said. “I did it because she deserves closure—one way or another.” The line went dead. Later that afternoon, Maya made her way to the café near Jefferson Park. She sat by the window, sipping coffee she didn’t want, waiting. She had seen a picture of Zoe once smiling beside Natalie on a community newsletter website. Black braids. Sharp jawline. Big hoop earrings and a stare that said don’t mess with me unless you mean it.

I heard that delicate laugh abruptly stop, so I continued, “Unless you’re insecure, of course. Or maybe Dario hasn’t promised to make you his wife yet? “So that’s why you’re so eager to prove something… right?” Suddenly, the line filled with Dario sobbing, raw and ragged. Even the music cut out. A flurry of voices tried to comfort him, and then the call ended. I let out a cold laugh. Such childish tactics. These young women, throwing themselves into a petty competition for scraps of affection. It was pathetic. I had no interest in joining the game. And I no longer cared.

she simply gave it a gentle kiss and went bck up to continue kissing him while using her hands to rub his dick underneath her panties he was instantly stunt, it was fast and overwhelming. She kissed him so fiercely like she has been waiting for this moment. No hesitation. No fear. Only fire. For a moment, the world disappeared — no mansion, no rules, no danger — just the two of them caught in something reckless and consuming. His hand moved slightly, tightening at her side, and she felt the shift in him — control slipping, just enough to make it dangerous. A sound in the hallway broke it. Footsteps. Close. Too close. They froze. Lorenzo pulled back just enough, his forehead nearly touching h

Deep enough that I will risk a fight and a cut and a thousand small erosions that, added together, will become my undoing. The descent is not sudden, It’s a slow slide down a slope made slick with smoke and promises. I feel myself falling while I smile and say, “I’m fine,” and believe it when Liora squeezes my fingers and tells me I look alive. Raven sees the changes. Matteo sees them. They don’t say the words that would save me: run, cut ties, stop. Maybe because they know I’d never listen. Maybe because they know my hunger is deeper than the fear of dying.

“By the time you hear this, she’ll be crying your name. And Marek will be bleeding on the floor. You should’ve kept closer watch.” Lucian’s knuckles blanched on the wheel. “No,” he whispered. “Please hold on. I’m coming, Elara.” Back in the penthouse chaos breaking loose Damien raised a hand. “Take her.” Elara stumbled back. “No, please—don’t—” One of Damien’s men lunged. Marek stepped between them. “Touch her and…” A loud impact. Not described. But Marek fell to one knee. Elara screamed, “Marek!”

"Luna grants me that gift. I see you convincing Father to trade me. I see you negotiating the price. I see you lying to Mother about where I went." "You're lying." But Gio's voice wavers. "Am I?" Jolie takes a step forward, passing through her own moonfire wall like it's not even there. "Touch me. Let me show you what I see." "Stay back!" One of Gio's warriors moves to protect him. Too late. Jolie's hand brushes the warrior's arm as he passes. The man's eyes go wide. His mouth opens in a silent scream. He drops his weapon and falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

“It's too late. It's too late for me.” “Fine! Fine!” Vincenzo yelled, his voice broken. “I'll do it! I'll make Antonio the next Don! I'll do whatever you want! Just please, don't jump! Please, Madonna! Don't jump!” “I…” Madonna was saying, her body leaning forward, when she let her hand slip from the railing and she fell into the river. Her phone fell to the ground, but the call was still connected. Vincenzo heard the gasps of the crowd, the horror in their voices, the sudden realization that she had jumped. “No!” Vincenzo yelled. “Madonna! No! No, I lost Stella! I can't lose you too!”