Novels by KELSYLV

KAMARIA’S POVFor years happiness have been an elusive commodity in my life. When I think I have it, something happens to snatch it away, but this past few weeks of leaving with Damien have been a bliss, that I am praying so hard that nothing happens to snatch it away from me. Dylan his son is such an adorable little fellow who took a liking to me as soon as we got introduced and takes his job as a older brother very serious. His interactions with the twins is hilarious and cute to watch and we already has hundreds of videos of him being so adorable with them.It feels good to have my life back in order, and the kids made it all the more wonderful. Damien and I are gradually reconnecting and discovery each other and everything is going well. I am happy, and content. I can’t say I have felt this way in a long time. Though things are moving fine for me, I didn’t forget my eldest. I still misses her desperately, and if there is one thing I will wish for is that she was here to see her

DAMIEN POVA lot have happened these past few months. Where do I even begin. Lily’s trialIt wasn’t a long process because all evidence were against her. The guy she hired to do her dirty deed confessed to everything and Lily didn’t bother to deny it.In a moment of insanity I visited her because I wanted to know why she did it. I still found it hard to believe that she was capable of murder. This was a woman that I loved in the past. Had she been this devious from the onset? If she was she hid it very well. Back to my visit to her in jail before she was transferred to the prison. This was after the judgement from the judge found her guilty. The guard on that day was kind enough to provide us a small room to talk in with no one disturbing us. Lily waddled her way in, and paused briefly at the sight of me. Her pregnancy was beginning to show now. “Didn’t think I will ever see you again,” she said taking the seat across from me. She looked tired. I wanted to feel pity for her situa

KAMARIA’S POV“You may kiss the bride,” the priest officiating our wedding ceremony said with so much gusto, as if to infuse some excitement into the tensed and rigid atmosphere in the small room. I felt Reign stare intently at me, his expression nervous and questioning. He wanted to know if I wanted him to kiss me.I smiled to say yes. His green eyes immediately brightened with joy and relief, but as he leaned in to kiss me a sound echoed in the church drawing everyone’s attention.We all looked towards the door, and there he stood. The man I love. I should have known Damien couldn’t resist not coming. I felt Reign stiffen beside me and reached out to touch him. “I am not going to change my mind,” I said softly. “In fact is too late,” I smiled up at him. His green eyes searched mine for any signs of regrets. He is not going to find any. I might not be in love with him but that doesn’t mean I regret marrying him. “I love you,” he mumbled and closed the gap between our two lips.

DAMIEN’S POV “Mmm!” I moaned at the softness of her lips, pressing my body hoarder against her softness as my lips ravaged her. A raging hunger like one I have never known before beseeched my body and my quickly hardening cock begged to sink into her warm welcoming softness. My hands moved up to palm her soft gloves the hardened pick tinging the centre of my palms as I gave it a hard squeeze, eliciting a soft erotic sound from the woman writhing against me with abandon. The soft pitch sound shot straight to my cock causing it to throb harder. My hips shot forward, thrusting against her centre in a bid for some relieve. I kissed her harder, losing all train of reasoning, with only one thought in my mind fucking the woman before me against the wall. I felt her slender hands on my chest pushing, but the motion took more than a second to register through my lust fogged up drain. It only occurred to me that Kamaria and I are no longer on the same page when she roughly snatched her lip

KAMARIA POV Is been three days since we arrived in London for my wedding. Daddy couldn’t come because of his old bones as he said it, but I think it is his excuse not to admit that he is scared of flying. He was happy for me though and gave me his blessings. Here we are in one of London’s pub on the eve of my wedding having a night out. It is just me and my two best friends. I have done my best to present a brave front to them, to mask my real feelings. I am not regretting saying yes to Reign, he is a good man and will certainly make a great husband, and father. But my heart yearns for another, and for that I can’t help the sadness that creeps into my soul now and then. “To Kamaria, and finally getting the happiness she deserves!” Bobby yelled with a wide grin on his face. He is another great supporter of this marriage. Jonathan is on the fence. I believe he will prefer that I be with Damien, even though he hasn’t said that loud. Unfortunately I can’t. He chose her again. I stifl

DAMIEN POV “Hey man! What is with the shit look on your face?”Max asked as he took the seat on the other side of the table. I called him out for lunch because…well I needed the company. These days it feels as if I am loosing control of everything in my life. “It is over between Kamaria and I and she is getting married?” I answered with a low sarcastic chuckle, but inside I was in pain. “What!” Max gasped staring wide at me. “Yeah, man, I lifted my coffee cup to my lips and took a sip. The hot liquid did nothing for the sadness I was feeling inside. Maybe I should have ordered something stronger. “What happened?” I hesitated to answer when the young waiter appeared beside our table to take his lunch order. Alone again, I spoke. “I think she is in love with her boss.”“You don’t believe that,” Max said causally. I didn’t say anything cause I don’t know what to believe anymore. Why is she marrying him? Is it just to get back at me for not divorcing Lily. I thought she of all peop

Chase and I lay side by side, panting after he fucked me shitless. My body was all sweaty, and he was the same. We didn't say anything to each other, as if speaking would shatter the relaxed atmosphere in the room. But we didn't need silence to destroy the little pleasure we gained from what we did. My conscience did it for me. "This was a mistake," I said and sat up on the bed. Now that the fog of lust has cleared from my head, I am thinking clearly, and I don't like what my head is screaming at me right now. I beat myself up for letting my clit do my thinking for me. I should be better than this. I didn't turn to look at Chase but got up from the bed to pick up my clothes. He didn't say anything in response to my words, so I looked at him. His expression was blank, and his eyes closed. I didn't know how to take or interpret his lack of response, so I dressed and got out of his room. Hopefully, this remains a secret between us. What happened with Chase is never gonna happen again

Chase continued to laugh like a maniac while my face burned like someone took a match to it. My hands on the tray tightened into fists as I fought the strong urge to murder him, but that would require me to turn around, and it was the last thing I wished to do. Not because he was hedious, or something. Far from it.The body I saw was an art in perfection. It wasn't muscular like his brother's, but slim and delicate-looking, like a fragile flower. An odd way to describe a man, I know, but that is how beautiful he looked. Unbidden, another part of him flashed into my mind. You would think a guy as delicate-looking as him wouldn't look so big in that department, but you're mistaken. Not only is he blessed, but just like him beautiful, even as it laid flaccid between his legs. My face burned harder as I thought things I wasn't supposed to. I felt ashamed inside me. I am supposed to stay away from Chase for the sake of my Pack, but I am letting my libido think for me instead of using my

I am not the submissive type, and having to beg and lower myself in front of these people makes me so mad that I want to lash out. The only thing keeping the cap on my rage is the years of discipline drilled into me from a young age by my father. He was the one who trained me to be the warrior that I am now, and one thing my father has always maintained among his warriors is discipline. If you step out of line, you will be punished, no matter who you are. So would any other member of the Pack who disobeys the rules and regulations that govern the Pack. My saying please was not not enough top satisfy the damn over weight woman in front of me, she had to try and prove that she has some power when she is nothing. "Why would you want leftovers? I thought you just had dinner?" She looked at me like I was some beggar from the street begging for crumbs. "I don't know why the Alpha would allow a stranger that eats like a whale into the Pack. What is she trying to do? Eat us out of the Pac

Everyone was sent out of the room, including the Alpha, for Dr. George to attend to Luna. The Alpha was hoovering too much and driving his mate and the doctor insane. Outside, he was driving us insane with his pacing. He looked as if his mate was in labour. It wasn't clear how much the giant cared for the petite woman. Their relationship reminded me of my parents, and that filled my heart with sadness. These past few days, I have tried not to think about my Pack and what is happening to them. But occasionally, my thoughts flicker to them, and I can't help the pain and sorrow that come with it. There were a few of us hanging out in the living room: Alpha and his second, Dustin, Vivian, and a few guards. Chase didn't catch up with us, and no one knew where he was. I don't think anyone cared. All focus was on the Luna. Dustin, like his father, looked very worried, though unlike him, he was a picture of composure. His calm and composure in the face of such a distressful situation is a

The four of us walked silently towards the Pack hospital, where we knew Dr. George would be. The silence was thick with tension, and Dustin and I felt uncomfortable in the presence of our two uninvited guests. He walked on my left while Chase and Vivian brought up the rear. "So, are you two together?" Vivian asked, breaking the silence. Her question caused me to stiffen inside, and I also felt a change in Dustin, though his confident stride remained. As if we were in each other's thoughts, we answered together. None of your business, and then turned to look at one another. "Jinx," we said with smiles on our faces. We chuckled, but the two behind us didn't find anything humorous in our actions. We felt their glares but pretended not to. Chase was awfully quiet, so unlike him. His usual self would have tried to push my buttons or his brothers'. I wanted to look back, but I forced myself to continue. Why am I even bothered if he was quiet or not? I asked myself angrily. I was irrit

Dutin's uncharitable greeting to Vivian caught Nyx's attention. She was not happy about her son being rude to the blonde. I, on the other hand, felt different. There could only be one reason the blonde was eating with us tonight: to cause trouble."Dustin, don't be rude to our guest," she scolded, with a heavy frown on her face, as if confused about why Dustin was behaving this way. Dustin was the model son, and from what I have seen, he was always on his best behaviour. However, there are two people who push his buttons to the extent that he loses control. One is the evil bitch in front of us, and the other is his brother. Does this mean that the dark-haired boy still cares for the blonde? It shouldn't bother me; after all, I have a mate, but still, I wasn't expecting the intense jealousy that gripped my heart at the thought of Dustin still in love with Vivian. Maybe I am greedy or just a bad person, thinking of having one brother and still seeing the other. My head might tell me

Duke Baldwin hates having his time wasted, and that is what the housekeeper was doing with her chit-chat. He has tons of work in front of him that he would like to finish before the day is over and would love to get back to that. Annoyed, he looked at the woman and waited for her to say why she had interrupted his working hours. His daughter already did that. Lucia felt embarrassed at being chastised like a three-year-old by her employer, but she was used to his abrasive attitude and was only glad that his daughter was back to soften things around the house. The house had been cold for too long. She hid a smile as she remembered how warm and lively the house used to feel when the woman beside her had been around. The woman, as a kid, had been energetic and mischievous, getting into one mischief or the other. Lucia had taken the girl as a daughter and had missed her dreadfully since her absence. Just like the woman to devise such an odd idea like disguising herself as someone poor to

It was dinner time when Kathleen's taxi pulled up in front of her father's estate, a house she grew up in but hadn't been in for the last ten years. Kathleen sat at the back of the taxi, not keen to get out. She felt nostalgic and sad as she watched the lustrous structure. Tall, stately columns and intricate mouldings majestically frame the estate's elegant facade. The building's architecture is a perfect combination of old and modern. The house was built in a semicircle, leaving a vast expanse of manicured lawns stretching gracefully towards the horizon. An ornate stone fountain, intricately carved with classical motifs, stands as a centrepiece in the yard. A few feet from the fountain, an array of meticulously arranged flower beds showcases a symphony of colours and textures. Two lions sat near the entrance like guard dogs, and then there were ostriches and cheetahs—animals unique for their strength, speed, and resilience. "Miss, we are here," the Taxi driver thought to remind

The next morning Kathleen woke up as sunlight streamed in to the room through the windows. The first thing that came to her notice was how sore she. She ached deliciously at places she had forgotten existed for so long.Her awareness of the soreness she was feeling brought to mind everything that happened between her and Joe last night and it filled her with mixed feelings. She wouldn't say she regrets what happened, but the big question now is what happens next?She wasn't sure she was ready to dive into any relationship yet. Her marriage just finished not quite long ago, and she was still recovery from that. Diving into another relationship just fresh from one would be a terrible idea.So what to do?Pretend it didn't happen.While Kathleen's brain was spinning, Joe woke up. He was about to turn and greet the brunette when he felt her tenseness. He could feel his best friend's brain working over time from her side of the bed. Did she regret it. The thought brought pain to Joe's heart

"Ahh!!!!!!!" Kathleen screamed long and loud as her release washed over her, yet the man at her pussy kept on eating her, determined to make her come a second time. Kathleen moved her hips erractically, chasing her second orgasm. Fuck! she exclaimed, her hands palming her face as her pleasure drove her to the peak."I am coming!!!!!" she yelled again as more liquid gushed from her inside. Her scream left her starved for air. She panted trying to feed her starving lungs.Joe kept at it, enjoying the sweet nectar pouring from the brunette until she pushed at his head demanding that she has had enough. He slowly lifted his head from between her legs, and looked at her wearing a smug look. There was no doubt he had satisfied her, a feat he achieved without even using his dick."Don't you dare look so smug," Kathleen reached over to smack Joe's hard shoulder."I can't help it, i deserve it," Joe bragged with a beautiful smile on his lips.Kathleen stared at him fondly, trying to remember wh

Kathleen couldn't believe that two grown men was bawling over her. She was so shocked that she stood there frozen unable to do anything to help or stop it. The fight soon gathered a lot of attention and videoing. By the time the locals decided to step in, Joe has nearly beating the younger man to a pop, but Hector managed to land a few licks.When they were separated Hector had his two eyes swollen shut, his cheeks twice their initial size and blue black. And a cut to his lip.Joe on the other hand got off easy. A minor cut to his lower lip that was bleeding, which caught Kathleen's attention as soon as the two men were pulled apart."You are bleeding!" she cried hurrified, as if Joe was at the point of death from the minor injury on his lip. She hurried towards him to make sure that he was okay, not sparing a glance towards Hector who was moaning from all the hurts his body has been subjected too all because he wanted to have some fun, and unfortunately picked the wrong gal to mess wi

As the days flew by, Kathleen and Joe forgot about the near kiss incident that took place at the beach, or Kathleen did, but Joe pretended to, going along with the tone the brunette had set. She acted as if nothing happened, and hasn't brought it up once. Not that Joe has had the courage to either.Though Joe assumed Kathleen forgot, that wasn't true. The near kiss was also in the brunette's mind, and the only reason she hasn't said anything, or is acting as if it didn't happen is because she believes it is the best thing for them.Taking their relationship a step further could damage the perfect relationship they already has in existence, and so she carried on as if nothing happened.The first day was a little awkward as they tried to navigate past the incident without talking about it, but it didn't take long for them to get their rhythm back. Their friendship ran so deep that it will take more than an awkard near kiss incident to endanger it.Soon they were back to having fun. Explo