Novels by K.writes

When Rose arrived outside Amelia’s door, she began to crumble, and the tears she had been suppressing threatened to spill forth. The door swung open, and as soon as Amelia caught sight of Rose’s expression, a worried furrow etched across her face. “What happened?” Amelia asked as she led her friend to the couch. “Did that Mr. Caleb do something bad to you? Tell me, Rose! What did that bastard do to you?!” She lashed out furiously. Sitting beside her and holding her hand, Amelia asked again. “What happened?” Now in a calmer tone. “Did he do anything to you? Did he scare you?” She added. “He rejected me,” Rose confessed. Rose fell silent, but inwardly she seethed with anger.Goddamit! Who does that bastard think he is to reject my precious Rose? Is that man blind? Damn right, he is! Or maybe he’s gay! Yes! He’s gay!Amelia felt the urge to go out. She needed to do something to vent her anger or she wouldn’t be able to calm down. She was angry - angry at that bastard and herself. Ho

“Rose…” he uttered her name, calmly. His eyes looked at her with a seemingly steely decision–a decision to send this girl away, as far away from himself as possible. Since the night he first laid eyes on her in that forest, he had felt that she was likely a kind-hearted, gentle, and virtuous girl; an aura she appeared to ooze. He discerned it from the way she talked and their interactions – a hint that she might have lived a sheltered life. He would even wager that she had been raised with strong values and he matured into a person of decency and compassion. That's one of the reasons he had initially dubbed her “little fox” - she just emitted an aura of purity akin to freshly fallen snow, a striking contrast to his nature. The girl’s eyes were so clear. Unlike his, her eyes spoke of life, they weren't dead, and it was as if they were unable to hide any secret at all. His first impression of her was that she was like an untouched river, clear and pure but also vigorous. But then sh

His mind was instantly cleared of his desires. “You… you're a virgin…” he trailed off, shaking his head slowly. When the girl nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes. And when his lashes fluttered open, he couldn't hide the hint of anger that crossed his features for a fleeting moment. “Tell me… how come you're still untouched?” he licked the inside of his cheek as though he just realized what a stupid question he just ranted. “I've never had a boyfriend before, that's why,” she responded quickly, leaving him with no choice but to continue asking. “Why haven't you had a boyfriend before?” he didn't hesitate to keep asking as the woman sitting in front of him just kept flaunting new colors. “I don't know… I haven't thought about it.” For some reason, he felt like her answer this time was half-baked. Perhaps because her expression was a little flustered as if she was someone who didn't know how to lie. “Wait. Don't tell me you have never been ki

Mr. Caleb could see that this girl seemed to be seemed to be clueless about all this but he found it so hard to believe it. She was creaking twenty-three years old! He was struck with intense disbelief that she was clueless and ignorant about it. If she told him that she never masturbated or touched any toys, he might be able to believe that, but there was no way she hadn't watched, read, or heard about these things in her twenty-three years of existence! Moreover, she was the one who bravely went through with this! Unless… was she trying to be timid? He had met plenty of girls before who acted all timid like this. However, this little fox was on a whole other level. No one ever made him this speechless before but what was even more unbelievable was that he now truly felt that she wasn't trying to be timid at all, that she was indeed just too pure and innocent. But is she truly? She isn't just one hell of a skilled actress, is she?Suddenly, he moved, drawing her body close to his.

I can do it, she declared. Her voice was a little louder as if she was trying to give herself some motivation before she finally moved. She reached her arm out behind her and easily found her zip. There was shyness and hesitation in her movement as if she was a little uncertain of herself. She then pulled the zip slowly downwards, feeling her dress loosen up the moment she did so. She instinctively caught the front of her dress with her other hand and held it up so it wouldn't slip down. Once she finished unzipping her dress, she straightened up and her arms were crossed over her chest, holding the dress in place and preventing it from falling off.She looked up and lifted an eyebrow when he met her eyes as if he was asking a silent question. However, her gaze was steady and she didn't look away from him. It was obvious that her resolve was as solid as a rock. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before carefully moving her arms away and letting her dress fall gracefully aroun

The bedroom was enormous, decorated in a masculine tone of gray and black. It was dimly lit–mood lighting, she supposed–and Rose found herself standing a few feet away from a large king-sized bed. Rose knew exactly what could happen the instant they entered this suite. She wasn't going to lie to herself. Deep within her, she still wishes that this man would be like the male leads she has read in her favorite romantic novels–a gentleman, sweet, dotting, and respectful, a man who wouldn't do this thing without love for his partner. However, she knew right from the start that he was not that type of man. He clearly showed her, and his actions spoke clearly of how he wasn't the type to love. In short, he might only want a girlfriend for company or sexual needs. Rose didn't mind, she just wanted the experience, to know what it means to have a boyfriend, to fulfill her novel-inspired desires. And here she is willingly following him to the depths of hell, despite the thudding of her puls