Novels by Insertwritername

Lulu smiled at the sight of her two favorite people playing together. She joined them, helping Sage grab small handfuls of sand. “Look, Sage! We’re building a castle for you.” As they worked together, their laughter filled the air. It was a beautiful moment, one Lulu would always cherish. “Okay, S

After Tina and Steven left, David and Lulu lay on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow in the living room. Lulu sighed contentedly, resting her head on David’s chest. “I love days like this. Just you, me, and Sage.” “Me too,”

Lulu and David were still basking in the warmth of their reunion when there was a knock at the door. Lulu looked at David, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Who could that be?” she asked, glancing at the clock. It was still early in the afternoon. “I don’t know. Want me to check?” David replied, ge

Mirabel wiped at her eyes, her tears falling freely now. “I’m so sorry, David. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.” David shook his head, disgusted by her words. “Sorry isn’t enough, Mirabel. Not for what you did.” Mirabel looked up at him, desperation in her eyes. “Please, David. Don’t fire me.

David slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of Lulu beside him. Her arm was draped over his chest, and he could hear her soft breathing. They hadn’t slept like this in a long time, wrapped up in each other, the way they used to when everything felt right. For a moment, it felt like everything h

They sat there in silence for a while before David leaned in to plant a kiss on her lips, they stayed that way for a moment before he laid her on her back, slightly hovering above her. it was only a moment before they were both completely naked, panting hard as they both moaned desperately, wanting

Leo povI checked my phone for the sixth time that morning, there was till nothing.The screen lit up, but it was just another calendar alert, not her, not even a text. I turned it off, waited, then turned it back on again like that would change something.Bella hadn’t called.Had something happened? Was she avoiding me? Was this her way of pulling away after what she said?My chest tightened. I hated this feeling. My phone buzzed again. I grabbed it without thinking, already bracing for disappointment.It wasn’t her.Stella.I answered, jaw tight. “What?”“Leo,” she said like she had been rehearsing it, soft and breathy, “I’ve been trying to reach you. It’s important. I haven’t been able to access you these days and...”“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” I cut in.“But I really need to...”I hung up and tossed the phone back on the desk and leaned back in my chair. The silence felt heavier now like it was sitting on my chest.I stared at the screen then at the window and then back a

The airport buzzed with quiet tension. The kind of tired that settles in your chest after too many days of pretending everything is fine. We had said our goodbyes to the client hours ago. We’d packed up, handed off the last of the materials, and smiled for one final photo. The trip was over.Leo didn’t speak much. He just walked beside me. He carried my bag through the terminal without offering or asking. He simply reached for it when I shifted my weight, like he already knew it was getting too heavy.He was calm. Collected. Gentle in all the ways that used to make me suspicious. Now I just let it be what it was.We got through security without much delay. He kept checking the signs like he wasn’t used to waiting in lines. I stayed close, quiet. We didn’t talk about what would happen once we landed. We didn’t talk about what we were now. We just moved.At the gate, I sat by the window. He sat next to me. He didn’t scroll through his phone. He didn’t check his email. He just sat back,

The papers were already on the table when I walked in. A pale folder, two pens, and silence.Ryan was sitting on the other side, dressed neatly, the same calm expression he always wore when things got heavy. His tie was slightly loose, like he’d taken a deep breath before I arrived. He looked up when I stepped in.“Hey,” he said quietly.“Hey.”I sat down across from him. The room was private, not too cold. Neutral tones, thick carpet, tall windows. A space designed to make final things feel manageable.We didn’t rush.The lawyer explained everything, but we barely listened. We already knew. There was no fight over assets, no long arguments over rights or blame. There had never been any mess between us—just a quiet arrangement, born from need.I flipped through the pages slowly. It felt strange, how easy it was. How quickly things ended when there was no damage to undo.I reached the signature line.He’d already signed.I picked up the pen.My fingers hesitated for just a second. Not

knew something was different the moment the client pulled me aside. He looked like he had something to say that couldn’t be said in front of cameras. He waited until the end of the panel, after the last flash faded and Bella had stepped aside to speak with one of the stylists.“Mr. Rathore,” he said quietly, hand on my shoulder. “Can we talk for a moment?”“Of course.”We stepped into the shade beneath one of the trees lining the venue courtyard. The crowd was still buzzing behind us, photographers packing up, reporters chatting among themselves. Bella stood in the center of it all—tall, calm, a little flushed from the attention but holding her own effortlessly.He gestured toward her. “You didn’t know, did you?”“Know what?” I asked, my attention snapping back.“That the woman you and Miss Delano helped last week—the one in the parking lot—was my daughter.”I stilled.He nodded slowly. “She never told the hospital who she was. She’s stubborn. Wanted to keep things quiet while she sor

he call came just after midnight. I was sitting alone at the small desk in our suite, answering emails, pretending I wasn’t listening for her soft footsteps from the other room. I didn’t expect to see her tonight. She had been quieter than usual during dinner, not cold—but pensive. I didn’t push.My phone lit up with her name. Mother. I stared at the screen for a moment before answering. I knew what this was.“Leo.”Her voice was sharp, not angry yet, but on the edge. Controlled. Intentional.“Mother.”“I don’t like what I’m hearing.”I didn’t say anything.“People are talking,” she continued. “The board, the press, your aunt, your uncle—do you know how many calls I’ve taken in the last two days?”“I can imagine.”“You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said. “You’re embarrassing this family.”The words didn’t hit like they used to. There was a time I would’ve flinched. Not anymore.“Is that what you think I’m doing?”“I think you’re letting emotion cloud your judgment. Again. You’re atta

We were back on the couch again, wine glasses half-full, legs curled loosely beneath us, the dim lamplight softening everything around us. There was something about the way Leo sat—relaxed, patient, dangerously close—that made the air between us buzz, even when we weren’t saying anything important.“Are you ever going to stop looking at me like that?”“Like what?”“Like you’re trying to memorize me.”“Maybe I am.”“You already know what I look like, Leo.”“Not like this. Not after everything. Not when you’re actually letting me near you again.”“I’m not letting you near me. You just keep showing up.”“And you’re letting me stay.”“I didn’t say you could stay.”“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”“…You’re impossible.”“And you’re not saying no.”“Don’t push it.”“I’m not. I’m just sitting here. Drinking wine. Staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”I rolled my eyes, but my lips fought a smile. He leaned forward just slightly, resting his elbow on the back of the couch like he ha