Joseph LachlanAs Mary's parents made their way to the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tension lingering in the air. Mary remained seated on the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest, still mad at her parents."Joseph, we just want to thank you again for everything you've done for Mary and us," Mary's father said, his tone sincere. "You've been a true gentleman, and we couldn't be more grateful. I know how difficult my daughter can be."I nodded, offering a humble smile in response. "It's really no trouble at all. She has been wonderful." I replied, hoping he’d stop saying negative things about his daughter time and again.It’s getting annoying now.Mary's mother chimed in, her voice filled with warmth. "You've taken such good care of her and showered her with this luxury very few can afford." she said, her eyes shining with appreciation. "We can see how much you look out for her and us. We couldn't ask for anything more."I felt a swell of gratitude at their kind
Georgina WestAs I served breakfast to my 6-year-old twins, Ace and Luna, my mind was still preoccupied with work-related thoughts. While I adore my kids more than anything, I can't help but feel that they have become increasingly challenging to handle each day. Fortunately, my mother-in-law, Sienna, continues to support me in looking after them, even though I am no longer with her son.My husband, Archer, and I were childhood sweethearts who married at a young age and later became parents. Although we had a strong bond and deep love, complications arose after having kids, causing us to grow apart. We separated five years ago, yet we haven't finalized the divorce despite my numerous discussions about it, especially now that I have a boyfriend.As Toby, my boyfriend, affectionately hugged me from behind before joining us at the breakfast table, I noticed Sienna's disapproval, making me to glare at her. The children enjoyed having breakfast with their father and appreciated his daily sc
Mary Redferne As I got ready in the morning, my mind was still reeling from the events of the previous night. I still couldn't shake off the frustration and disappointment I felt towards Joseph for taking Joshua's side a few weeks ago but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want ‘my husband’ to sleep next to me.Was I disappointed that Joseph chose to be a gentleman and not sleep in the same room with me?Yes I was. Despite the frustration and anger I still had towards Joseph, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt, I also couldn’t deny the fact that he was a good man.He did look after me and always made sure I was comfortable. There was something about him that drew me in, something magnetic and irresistible. It was confusing and frustrating, but I couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement that stirred within me whenever he was near.As the delicious scent of omelette wafted through the air, my stomach grumbled in anticipation. I made my way to the kitchen, where Joseph was already hard
Mary Redferne As I waited with Joseph, taking small sips of my coffee which was close to being finished, I couldn't shake the annoyance creeping in. Clara was running late, a common occurrence for her, but this time it bothered me more than usual. I felt guilty that Joseph was sacrificing his time, waiting here with me while he was getting late for work.As I glanced at Joseph, who sat across from me with a patient expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Now, as we sat in the café waiting for her to arrive, I could see the faint traces of impatience flickering in his eyes."I'm sorry," I murmured, setting down my coffee cup with a sigh. "She's always like this, you know. I shouldn't have let you come with me."Joseph reached across the table, gently squeezing my hand in reassurance. "It's alright, Mary," he said with a warm smile. "I don't mind waiting. Besides, it's a good excuse to spend some time together."His words brought a small smile to my lips, but as the min
Mary Redferne I sat at home, watching the clock tick towards seven, the time Joseph had promised to be home. The day had been dull, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to find a job again.I am not meant to be a stay at home housewife.When the doorbell rang precisely at seven, I raised my eyebrows in surprise, impressed by Joseph's punctuality. Opening the door, I was greeted by his signature shy smile and a bouquet of pink flowers in his hands."I was going to bring red roses, but I remembered this is your favourite colour, so I bought these. I hope you like them," he said softly as he handed me the flowers. I stood there, dumbfounded by his gesture.I didn’t know that he knew what my favourite colour was."You brought flowers for me?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. "Why?""Because... I thought you'd like them," he replied nervously, his sincerity touching my heart. I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the simple act of kindness. I don’t think I’ve ever receiv
Mary Redferne As we approached Joseph's mother's house, I noticed a somber expression on her face. It was clear that something was amiss. She greeted us with a forced smile, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions. As we exchanged pleasantries, she gently pulled Joseph aside, leaving me standing awkwardly in the entryway.I watched as they engaged in hushed conversation, their voices barely audible from where I stood. Joseph's mother wore a pained expression, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. What was going on?After a few moments, Joseph returned to my side, his expression grim. His mother approached me, her eyes filled with regret as she spoke. "Mary, I'm sorry for my brother's behavior," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "He's waiting inside, but please don't take his words to heart. He's irrational and angry."I nodded in response, trying to mask my frustration. It was infuriating how just because Joseph's uncle was an old, wealthy man, people fe
Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me. My stepfather on his knees begging for more time, claiming that he would definitely pay up the next time, even though we all knew that even if he worked his ass off for a lifetime, he wouldn’t be able pay off his debt. Asher had made himself comfortable on one of the chairs. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, making faint outlines of his
Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment. People may think, just stop seeing her or block her out of your life. Yeah, easier said than done, right? But now, I am a successful model