Novels by promisekenny11

Shawn sat fidgeting his leg idly in the waiting room, staring down between his feet at the white tile floor. Antiseptic-sterilized air filled his nostrils, but he barely noticed. There were just so many nurses hustling to and fro down the corridors; several of them went toward Ava's room, every time one passed he started up hopeful they'd stop to update him on her status. But none of them did. He ran a hand through his hair, fists clenched. “Oh God, please, let her be okay," he muttered hoarsely to himself. The silence following it was deafening apart from the hum of machinery that whirred at a distance somewhere in the hospital.“What if it's worse than I think? What if…no, no, no, I just can't even think that.” Shawn shook his head, futilely chasing away dark thoughts crawling inside his skull as he leaned further ahead, placing elbows on knees and launching off another muttered prayer in utter desperation.Running footsteps made him turn toward the door as his parents burst in wit

The grand entrance of the Darlington mansion, beamed under the glow of the evening light, as a sight into which the Wadsleys were to arrive. Mr. and Mrs. Wadsley stepped from their car, crunching small under the gravel that was nearly imperceptible against the serenade of cicadas."This place is as magnificent as ever," Eleanor exclaimed, eyes roving over stately pillars and landscaped finery.“Darlington always did have a flair for the dramatic luxury," Richard groused ,no doubt reluctantly appreciative of his old friend.A butler opened the door for them, gesturing inside with a low bow. Mrs. Darlington was resplendent in her silk gown as she welcomed them into the foyer, soft smile spreading on her face."Eleanor! Richard! So good to see you both," and she moved to them to hug them both."Diane, you are looking fabulous," Mrs. Wadsley replied as they exchanged hugs. "And still smell great as always."Mr. Darlington appeared from the dining room, a glass of scotch clutched in his ha

The rest of the week was just work and quiet evenings at home, one into another. Eva found herself surprisingly eager for the family dinner; the opportunity would prove to herself as much as to Shawn that she fitted in with his world.********“Am I supposed to cool my heels here all night?" Shawn called from his perch at the bottom of the stairs, his pacing legs seeming to edge towards impatience."I'll be down in five minutes!" Eva yelled back from somewhere upstairs muffled, yet urgently.Shawn smiled while he quirked his wrist in time with his moves. "You said that fifteen minutes ago”"I mean it this time," she called back exasperated.Shawn shook his head, mumbling to himself. "Women and their obsession with fashionably being late." He ceased his pacing and leaned casually against the staircase railing, crossing his arms. "You know my dad is expecting us to be on time, and you know how he gets when we're late.""Shawn!" Eva's voice was louder now, playful annoyance laced in ever

Shawn booted the bedroom door shut with his foot, his arms clenching tighter around Eva as he carried her easily. A sly grin played on his lips, his dark eyes sparkling with silent promises."Shawn," Eva whispered, her breath catching as her back hit the cool wood of the door.“Hmm?" His voice was low teasing as he pinned her against the door, his hands sliding on her hips to steady her. "Something you want to say?""You're insatiable," she said, trying for exasperation and ending with amusement lining her tone.He leaned into her, his lips brushed at the shell of her ear. "Only where you're concerned."Ava's cheeks flamed hot, her hands going instinctively to his shoulders, to warn him, to tell him to put her down.And then his lips landed on hers, and with it, all protest fled from her mind.She kissed him back, matching the hunger as his hands began to massage her butt and he made way for the bed, placing her on it gently without breaking the kiss. He moved to her neck and sucked

Shawn, listen to me," Ava hurriedly said, shaking, "You have to believe me. It wasn't me who went to Italy. It was Eva.”Shawn was rigid. He was clutching on to the back of a chair, furrows deeply scribed in his brow. "What are you trying to tell me, Ava? Are you seriously telling me this now?”"Yes!" exclaimed Ava as she stepped up to him. "True! Two years ago in Italy it was not I who met Norman. It was my twin sister, Eva! Was Eva out to impersonate me!"He had watched her as what she said finally seeped into his brain: "Your sister-your twin had impersonated you? For what?”Eva let out a shaking breath; her voice finally cracked in desperation. "It was last minute, and I was supposed to go off to some event in Italy for a client of mine, but then I fell sick. Eva offered to go in my place and represent me." She leaned into the counter, knuckles white. "I did not know a thing about her encounter with Norman until he confronted me! She never said anything to me.”Shawn firmed his j

Shawn entered the kitchen, arrested by the scent of chicken and tomatoes hanging in the air. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Eva glide from stove to counter, lost in her world, softly humming, and her back turned to him."Smells good," he said. His voice was even heavy with the undertone.Eva startled slightly, turning to face him with a soft smile. “Hey. You’re home early. I’m making chicken parm tonight. Thought it might be nice to eat together. Since you mentioned that you were craving it.”Her smile, meant to be warm, felt hollow to him. Shawn nodded, stepping farther into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her. “Thoughtful of you.”Eva faltered; the weight of his words sounded in her mind as she turned back to the stove, a little stiffer now. "How was work?""Work was fine," Shawn said, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms. "But you know, sometimes it's what happens outside of work that sticks with you the most."The words hung suspended in the air, a wafted