Novels by faithbook

Ernest povI ought not to have.I made a mistake.I also don't make a lot of errors.However, this was among them.Before getting in the vehicle with her, I ought to have had sex with someone else.I could have had all my fucking issues fixed with that.I kiss my lips and run my palm over my face as she enters. She should be spanked since it took her longer than two minutes.What's wrong with that? Still, I think she would like it.Fuck it. She approaches us, and I shake my head. She walks up to the single seat that is available, which is directly next to me, and places her hand on the back of it. Everyone is silent, all eyes on her."May I take a seat here?" I feel like everyone at the table is staring at me, waiting for an answer to her inquiry. "Hey?" She scans the room, nodding to the guys sitting at the table, then turns her gaze back to me. She asks again, a little more bite in her mouth, "Can I sit here?"I eventually say, "Sit," and she does exactly that—pulling out the chair,

Ernest looks up at me, his eyes sizing me up before they close on mine. He enquires, "Are you heading to a club?"I thought I looked nice. I had to attempt the outfit after seeing it on Pinterest."You left out the location. Glancing back over my shoulder, I begin. "I can switch if something more ostentatious is needed where we're going." I enquire, "Am I riding with you?" as I turn back to face him and follow him as he walks to his vehicle."Enter," is his stern reply.I follow his instructions, sighing, and get in beside him. His gaze briefly lingers on my exposed thigh before averting his gaze as the vehicle accelerates."Where are we heading?" With my hands folded on my lap, I ask.He doesn't respond."Well, it was a terrific day for me. Read a novel about a girl who was abducted and realised, "Oh, hey, that's me," while catching up on work. I laugh and see that he's perplexed by my attitude."Are you a reader?""No."Well, at least he responded to that one, so I win!"Are we eati

Mirella povI eventually fainted on his chair. After taking a shower, he got into bed and didn't say anything to me. I don't know why, but when I woke up, I was back in his bed.I'm relieved that he's not here with me when I wake up and go to my luggage to get some fresh clothes before taking a shower. He's brushing his teeth while standing at the washbasin when I go into the bathroom. He looks through the mirror at me.He's adept at simply looking instead of talking.He is unlike anybody I have ever met.I suppose I'm grateful for it.I promise you, I've encountered some very unscrupulous characters in my time.I turn to face him, set my belongings down, and turn on the shower before starting to undress. I don't feel self-conscious about my appearance. From an early age, my parents instilled in me the belief that beauty is subjective, meaning that if you have a persistent notion that something has to be altered, you will continue to dwell on it until you come to despise it.When I was

Ernest povWhen I return to my room, she is fast asleep. I ought to have moved her to a different room. It would have been the prudent course of action. Her possessions and scent are already starting to overtake mine, and I don't want that to happen. She's changed out of the outfit she was wearing before, and all the lights are on.She now sleeps in pyjamas that have dogs all over them.Robin enters, glances at her resting area before turning to face me. His only statement is, "Sean doesn't like her."That signifies something different to what others may believe it means, but I know what it means.She is liked by Sean.I'm familiar with Sean.It should come as no surprise given Sean's broad interests."Dillan is standing at the entrance. Robin gives her a glance. He says, "Should I wake her?" making sure to check with me first."No, she wouldn't be useful." He walks out after me.I don't understand why that dickhead continues coming here. After the first time, you would think he would

Mirella POVI'm sitting by the window, still in my wet clothing, when Phillip enters with his head down. I'm sleepy and it's becoming dark, but I'm not sure whether I want to go to bed yet."Miss." As I look up, I notice that he is reaching out his hand and it has a key. I grab the key to my home from him. "Please exit the building." I follow him out the door. I approach the open front door and see two black automobiles with three guys leaning on them and talking to each other. All three halt as I go outside, and two of them give me a straight look.He doesn't."You all look wet," remarks one of them.He's not as big as Ernest, but he still reminds me of the arrogant guy sitting next to me at the dinner table with his hair well combed back and a green shirt on. However, I haven't said anything to get you this wet, sweetheart. Is it only my appearance? A part of me should be repelled by his wink, but I'm not. There's something comfortable and cozy about him, and that's risky."No, I ge

Ernest POVJake says to me as I sit across from him in front of the fireplace, "You were meant to keep her." He just returned after working on a few jobs, and he doesn't usually spend the night here. Unless his demons come to bother him.They torment us all, but especially me.I sigh at what he said."Dog." He passes me a crystal tumbler of whiskey and I turn to face him. "She could be useful to us.""For?"He smiles. "Marriage. The males will definitely be kind at first.Staring into the flames, I respond to him, "You all get enough pussy."Indeed, but one who lives in? As like this is the greatest idea he has ever had, he nods."Jake, we don't rape women.""Whoa." He raises his hands. That was not uttered by anybody. We could give her money. Many times."No," in response. Though we are many things, it is not who we are. And during our lives, we've committed a lot of bad things."Dog."Each of us turns.With his arms folded in front of him and his gaze fixed on the ground, Phillip st