You Will Be Bored Of Him In Two Years Novels & Stories

he spat, "and you will regret it." I looked at him, in spite of the fear that knotted my belly. His grip tightened until I yelped. "And listen well to this, you infertile little beast," he sneered. "If you are not with a child within twelve months—your life will be over. I will have no use for a failure like you." My heart pounded against my ribs so fiercely I thought it would burst. He pushed me from him violently, and I fell backward against the bed, catching myself just in time.

Not to mention that I'm also going to be your boss throughout these two years. ''If you can prove yourself to be one of our top models, you may stay with us for some other projects. But I don't think you can make it for more than two years since you really are getting old, and already losing most of your charm. For a young werewolf, you seem to be growing up just like a mortal human would do.'' He said calmly while I looked at him with a dumbfounded face. Before I could utter a word, my mate snapped back with so much firm in his vocals

I sounded annoyed. He didn't answer. I groan inwardly. "Fine." I spit. "I'll try to understand you but you better make sure to be with me after two weeks." He smiles and still looked sorry. "Two weeks. I promise." He smiles. Two damned weeks? Is he being for real?

Why are you still so coy? 'Yes, I'm only in my mid-twenties, and I'm still a long way off.' Jones Davis tidied up his clothes and sat down squarely. 'Well, then you can wait for two years slowly. After a few years, he thinks you are bored and marries a beautiful young girl. Then you can ...' Jones Davis was in a hurry and turned to explain: 'How dare he! If he dares to marry someone else, I'll blow his head off. '

He didn't care for anyone else. 'What are you going to do when he realizes how boring your life is? What if he gets tired of you?' I didn't want to think about it. It's bound to happen eventually. After all, this was nothing but a one year contract. After that, we'd both go out separate ways without any regrets. Right? Right. But, why did I feel like I was lying to myself?

he mocked. I bit my lip, trying to hold my tongue. God, he was infuriating. "Just be patient, Elizabeth," he chuckled. "Two years will be over before you know it. Who knows? You might not want to end it anyway." He winked, making my anger boil over. "Enjoying? Oh, please! I hate every minute I am forced to spend with you." My voice trembled with anger. "Every second I spend with you makes me feel like pulling my hair out, and it’s only been two months! Imagine two years—I’d rather kill myself."

Okay, I'll wait then," he smiles weakly. Other than his slightly diminished smile, he doesn't seem discouraged, though, continuing almost as energetically as before. Is this guy for real? "Well, you might as well give up now, otherwise you'll be waiting forever." I look away, letting the harsh words leave my lips. "Don't worry, I'm willing to wait forever. I have all the time in the world," he says softly, his words making me jump. Of course you do. How can I forget? He's not even a human. "I think you're forgetting that I'll die in about seventy-five years. I don't have forever," I whisper, my voice caught by his sensitive ears. Silence stretches between us as the seconds pass. I feel uncom

“Nikolai, I know you don't like me, but—” “Don't like you?” His laugh was sharp, butter. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “You've got some nerve.” Confusion knotted in my chest. “What do you mean?” His eyes burned, darker than the pool water glimmering behind him. “Two years. That's how long I wasted on you. Two fucking years. And one day you just disappeared like I never mattered.” My breath caught this wasn't something I was prepared to talk about. “Nikolai…”

he mumbles, as if it's no big deal that I might change something in his space. "Why would I do that?" I ask, glancing back at him. He’s facing away, so I can’t read his expression to know if he’s serious or just messing with me. "Because you’ll be living here for the next two years. I don’t care if you want to change the furniture or repaint the walls." "I don’t think I’ll be here that long," I counter. "Just reminding you—we agreed the marriage would last one or two years." "Exactly. One or two years, or maybe even less if we both get our revenge."

he grumbled. "It's not dull," I argue, and I hear him making an uncomfortable sound. "You don't comprehend how it's killing me," he commented, frowning. "I've never been this bored in my life." "If you can turn back time, sure, you won't be here asking for me all the time. You are enjoying this, aren't you?” "At least I'm not bored seeing you here," he commented, offering me one of his gorgeous smiles, and I rolled my eyes.