Novels by Kiko

“Rose.” My shoulder receives a tap. "Leave now. I am asleep. I reach out and shoo the noise away. "We have to move on." “Ugh. You've started to disturb me in my dreams, too. Can I ever get a break? I instantly stand up when I hear a deep chuckle in my ear. My fuzzy vision clears, revealing Edwards standing next to my desk and flashing the smallest smile imaginable. "We're late," He extends his hand and removes a sticky note from my forehead. “Late? For what? I rasp. The cake sampling. “Oh no!” On shaky legs, I stand. When was it last? My purse is in the bottom drawer, which I open. My swollen toes protest, but I quickly slam on my heels.“Ten.” “Ten?! We were meant to be there at nine!" He sighs. I called and let them know we would be running late. I shiver. Have you called? I needed two seconds. Why not simply awaken me? Silence. "How much time have I been sleeping?" "2 hours." "Four hours!" Oh no. the changes. I'm so sorry, Edwards. He extends his hand. Just send

RoseIf I'd assumed that my work tasks would be reduced since I have to organize a wedding in two weeks, I was quite wrong. I'm pretty much back to the same situation I faced before, which is an issue for me right now. I'm overloaded. With work. With expectations. And with a bunch of useless questions like what colour napkins and what style of handwriting for the name cards.I can't even read cursive.“I require you to rework Yakura's report,” Edwards stops at my desk.“Again?” I groan. “It's the 3rd time in the past 6 months.”He places a stack of pastel orange papers on my desk.“Are you still having trouble with the printer? I could show you how to use it if you have a moment.” He doesn't bother responding to my query. “I anticipate that I'll have your revisions before the end of the day.”“Today?”“Is that an issue?” he inquires “No,” I reply with a tight smile. “I'll squeeze it in between planning for the wedding, picking a dress, and going to a cake tasting later.”“Excellent.

Edwards I spent the weekend after our engagement party drafting the paperwork, making sure Rose had no way of withdrawing our agreement. I threw the newly printed contract at my wooden desk. The pastel pink pages seem out of place compared to other documents scattered across the surface. Rose looked up at me. "What is this?" "Our marriage contract." "Why is it pink?" One would think that I asked her to sacrifice her precious shoe collection based on her facial expression. "Someone left it loaded in the copier and I don't know how to change it." A bubble laugh from her. "I don't know what you would do without me." "Your heightened sense of self-worth is worrisome." "You don't have to pretend you don't like me that much." "Your first mistake is to think I'm faking." She just grinned. "They say there's a thin line between love and hate." “Not thin enough,” I grumble under my breath. She smiles more as she embraces the pink contract. “Abbreviate at the bottom of each page a

ROSE"You are.. what?!" Mother's black eyes widened. She clasped her hands together to prevent herself from threading them through her spiral curls. "She said she was engaged," Nana answered loudly before taking a sip of her coffee. Her gray Senegalese changed as she readjusted her position in the wicker chair across from me. "How? Where? To whom? Last time I checked, you said single!" The brown skin around my mother's eyes wrinkled. "It's complicated." Yes, that's one way of saying it. Maybe I wasn't prepared for a conversation like this the day after the engagement party from hell.“Don't keep us waiting here. I don't know how long I'll have on this earth, and with the way you stammer, you're going to have a pre-wedding funeral," Nana added with a serious look on her face. She was probably the reason I could fake engagement in front of a room full of strangers as long as I did. "There's not much to plan because I'm on the run." "Excuse me?!" The sound of my mother's rapid brea

ROSE"Everyone, let's join hands for the future of Mr. and Mrs. West". I opened my eyes wide when I heard the DJ's announcement. So this is how we are going to do it? Just that? You are the one who planned it that way. I kicked myself for the obnoxious engagement party. If I knew I would be the center of attention, I would have made a simple announcement on social media. My knees wobble as I glide through the audience. I straighten my legs so I don't fall. The amount of designer clothes packed into one room was unsightly, and the fake smiles on their faces made my skin itch. Edwards' eyes met mine. It's reflexive at this point, with a single look able to share a hundred words."Deep breath." He took my left hand, and the heat of his palm burned into my skin. It's disturbing how he can tell me I'm worried without me ever expressing it. You have worked for him for three years. Of course he can tell when you're nervous. "Rose and I are getting married at the end of the month." En

EDWARDS "I'd like some time to speak to my fiancée in private." The words brush against my tongue like sandpaper. Rose's eyes connect with mine. They expand before turning to Ross in a silent plea for help. While her ability to read me as a multi-pigmentation machine kept her productive, it was nothing but an inconvenience now. Ross opened up. Any look I sent his way, he would back away slowly. "See you both inside." He greeted Rose before entering the ballroom. The wedding planner checks the time on her watch. “I'll be back in five minutes to grab you two. Don't disappear on me again. She winked before entering the kitchen.My heart pounded in my chest, and I took three deep breaths to slow it down. You told her to find you anyone with an XX chromosome and the ability to reproduce. You are the only one to blame here. I have passed the point of no return. I never thought that Rose would use this kind of plan without asking me if I agreed. It's a terrible idea that risks jeopard

When he reached the front door of his apartment, he stood staring at it in confusion, certainly not where he was. When he finally realized, in fact, that he was at his apartment, that he had walked a few miles to get here, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys.The apartment was quiet and smelled musty when he entered, without any sweetness to welcome the presence. Layla was never here, and it showed. He suffered just enough to spend any time here. It was empty darkness, like a tomb, and he was incapable of bringing any light to it. The only light he'd ever known was Layla's light, and he'd shared it too short, then chased her away with unbridled desire. He had never been able to keep his hands off hers. He'd made love to her more than he'd ever thought possible, the man inside him rising unbelievably with sweetness mired inside her and tightening his body to hers. . He got her pregnant and because of it he lost her.What would he do without her? He couldn't function, couldn't find it

A chilling shiver trickled down her spine, rendering her momentarily unable to speak. All she could do was endure the grip on her shoulders, her wide eyes fixed on him and her weak mouth parted in disbelief. Several times she tried to speak, and finally she got it under control, her voice hoarse “Throw it away? God, it's nauseating! Have you ever said something like that?” (This sentence may not be correct, but I don't know how to translate it)He is running. She could feel it in his hands now, see it in the palpable tremor of his large body. His pain had had a calming effect on her when she suddenly realized that even he had fallen more than her in demanding reassurance again, although she had no idea why. Instinct was regained and overpowered her actions as she placed her hands on his chest."I wouldn't do anything to harm my baby," she said softly. "Never."He shivered even harder. His blue eyes were cold with some wild emotion she couldn't read, but he took a deep breath and his

Layla can destroy you and the things deep inside you. No one else had ever threatened his defenses, and there were times when he wanted to leave, never to see her again, but he couldn't. He needed her so much and he always struggled to keep her when he realized it.But their arrangement might have allowed him to sleep with her every night and lose himself more and more in her warm, soft body. In bed he could kiss her and run his hands all over her, wrapped in her scent and touching her, to keep her close to him. In bed, she clung to him with indulgence, opening herself up to him whenever he wanted, her hands running over him with soft, daring caresses that made him wild. Once they were together in bed, it seemed like she never stopped touching him, and despite himself, he was infatuated with it. Sometimes all he could do was hold the groan in a strange, not quite physical ecstasy as she kissed, caressed, and cuddled.However, with all that they had actually lived together for two year

Then she awoke from a drowsy state, hearing the shower running. She knew she should get up and start preparing a meal, but she was caught in a strange inertia. Now she couldn't care less about food when the rest of her life depended on what happens between them. She couldn't postpone it any longer.Maybe tonight won't be the last. Maybe. Miracles have happened before.She could hope for miracles, but she was prepared for a less than perfect reality. She would leave this luxury, comfortable apartment that Kelvin had provided for her. Her next life direction won't be matched by color, so how? The right rugs and curtains didn't matter, Kelvin mattered, but she wouldn't be able to have him.She only hoped she would be able to hide her cries and pleas, he would hate the sight.Being without him was the hardest thing she'd ever faced. She loves him now even more than she did two years ago, when she agreed to be his lover. It always squeezed her heart with the way he did something like kin

Kelvin Mckenna said without looking at her, “This is not going to be done. You can be my secretary or my mistress, but you can't be both. Let's choose."Layla Larson paused, her nimble fingers hovering over the stack of classified papers searching for the contract he'd asked for... His request was out of the sky, and she felt Her breathing seemed to stop.Choose, he said. It's this or that. Kelvin always said exactly what he thought and remembered what he said.In a flash, she saw clearly, what that would be, depending on her answer.If she chose to be his secretary, she wouldn't take any more actions that, to her, could be interpreted as private.She knew Kelvin well, knew his iron will, how he could completely divide his life. His private life has never been drained in business and vice versa.If she chooses to be lover, not mistress, he will certainly provide her completely, and in exchange for that, she must be willing to have sex with him whenever he has the time. . She would ex

It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s

Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali

“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w

I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in

The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We

Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi