Novel & Cerita Woman You Are Wanted Novel

Blonde, the same color that Cassidy had recently dyed her hair into. Panic shot through me as I watched her from under hooded lashes, and I couldn’t help but notice how she navigated through the room like it was a piece of puzzle that she had grown used to… like it was someplace she knew from the back of her head. The only thing I had with me on the bed was a large book, an encyclopedia on werewolves and other shapeshifters. I knew that it was not enough weapons but then I also knew that its cover was hard enough to catch her by surprise. It was smooth, sharp and with the right mouth of force, was enough to cause a good amount of damage to her skull. At first, I felt bad for having these kin

“You will forget everything. You will forget who you are. You will have no memory of anything. Not your family. Your friends. Heritage and who you are as a person. You will remember nothing.” A tear trickles down my cheek and I tear my gaze away from the scene before me. “I do not want to watch this. I remember. I remember it all now.” “There is more you need to see,” the woman says and even though i wanted to scream at her and tell her i didn't want to watch anymore. I couldn't. “No one has ever been able to spike my interest the way you have. You are strong both in will and body. Honestly, I want you as mine; you deserve a real woman and not a pussycat like Meredith.”

With only one pull, it immediately ripped. "Stop crying already. I will make sure that you will enjoy this to the point of forgetting that fiance of yours." Seeing the woman only in her underwear made him hard again in no time. "Damn... You are such a delicacy." Mavis wished for nothing but death at that very moment while feeling disgusted at the feeling of being touched and licked by a man she barely knew. She couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes out of fear. Not to mention, the pain in her abdomen paralyzed her from moving an inch.

Alone in the dark with a body that still wants. Not him. Not specifically. The woman I was when I was wanted. The version of myself that existed inside his attention – confident, electric, the girl who wore his name across her shoulders and walked into rooms like she’d earned the space. I want HER back. I press my hand flat against my stomach. Below the ribs. Where the wanting lives. Not desire for someone – desire for proof. Proof that the body still works. That the machinery of feeling hasn’t been dismantled by weeks of silence and cruelty and a word – detour – that lives in my chest like shrapnel.

“Relax. We just wanted to check on the future Mrs. Wilson.” My stomach twisted. “Don’t call me that,” I snapped. She smiled wider. “Why not? You should start getting used to it. Jared Wilson. Billionaire. Widower. Sounds like a dream.” Her eyes flicked over me, cold and cruel. “Though I can’t imagine he’ll ever love you. Not the way he loved Catherine.” Danielle didn’t stop her. She never did. Danielle walked closer, circling me slowly. “I heard he was obsessed with her. Couldn’t breathe without her. And now look at him. Looking for someone new to warm his bed and raise kids for him.”

Then came Victoria's voice, sharp, demanding, cutting through the air like glass. "Where is she?" Victoria demanded. "Where is this woman who has caused such chaos?" "Upstairs," Miguel said coldly. "In the east wing. She's confined to her room until we figure out what's happening." "Confined?" Carlos Antonio's voice was deeper, more measured, but no less angry. "You've locked her away?" "For her own safety," Miguel said. "And for ours. Until we understand what happened to Clara." I heard footsteps moving through the house, heard the sound of doors opening and closing as they explored, gathered information and made plans. Somewhere in that house, lawyers were being consulted. The police were

Earned and fought for and cherished. Below us, the city sleeps. Above us, stars shine in an endless sky. And here, in Jackson's arms, I have everything I ever needed. The stable girl who became a waitress who became a billionaire's wife who became so much more. The woman who lost her first love and found her true one. The mother who fought for her daughters and won. This is my story. This is my ending and it's not a good one. It’s the best.

I pull back just enough to look at her. "I'm a wanted man, Emma. Like…really, the whole county police department can’t wait to get their hands on me.” She blinks once. That's it. One blink. "How wanted?" she asks. "Multiple jurisdictions wanted." "Impressive." She says it like she’s complimenting me on a new haircut. "What’d you do?" "You’d kick me in the chest and claw my face if I told you everything." She's quiet for exactly two seconds, then she looks me dead in the eye with an expression that is completely unbothered and says, "I’m here, flashing my títs and selling my body for cash," she shrugs.

That boy had sent me an app brief under the table during dinner. Aggressive. Promising. I liked him immediately. I liked all of them immediately. Which was dangerous. Because wanting a woman was one thing. Wanting her world was another. I looked down at my phone on the nightstand. Still off. I had not turned it back on. A small rebellion gifted by a woman in fuzzy slippers. I smiled. My starling. She was the first woman I had ever wanted to protect from myself. From the parts of me that defaulted to strategy.