Staring at both of his parents’ who was eating casually, without a worry in the world while sitting at the same table with Clarke who had met them the second time after making an entry about a few months ago was definitely an awkward occasion. They were first shock and a little angry with the fact that he might have come back just to bother Alissa and Daniel but seeing how both of them are okay with him now, his parents are okay as well.So much for mummy cooking while she sat there with her fancy polka dotted dress and her hair tied in a neat bun while their maids walking around them, refilling any plates and drinks despite Clarke just staring ahead and haven’t touched his food.It just didn’t feel good for him. It feels.... awkward.It all started when he enters from the front door and his father who sat on the wheel chair smiling and calling out to him to bent down and hug him. Again, an odd gesture seeing he wasn’t like that before but he had heard f
After a few days, Clarke finally finish his job and took a rest, just lying on his bed and let the Flat screen TV in his room switched on while he tries to get some sleep.He had taken a shower a few hours ago but he ended up flopping his body on his bed and lay face down. Exhausted with everything that has been going on lately.Him being alone in his room and not socializing with anyone reminds him of his fugitive days. He spends most of his times alone and unbothered by his surroundings. Ross and his children has thought that he was an introvert, prefer to spend his time by himself rather than mix around with anyone. If only he was...Guilt of ruining a girl’s life made him unable to enjoy his regular lifestyle of just going to parties and hang around with his friend getting hammered and forgetting how his life sucks despite being super rich compared to most kids in America.He was never prim nor he was proper. He prefers bikes than cars, tattoos more
Clarke has rented a room near a nearby 5 star hotel and if anyone were to ask El, it was ridiculous knowing the price of renting a room per night almost reach up to $500 so despite telling him that it wasn’t necessary, he was adamant and wanted to spoil her after having a rough day.As promised and ordered, Jeremy’s team has put back everything to where it belongs and apologised to El while Jeremy was fired from his management seeing his boss is Clarke’s family friend.Speaking of Clarke, he had lied to her about who he was, making her believe that she was dealing with his twin brother instead. Nevertheless, he was a great help and thanks to him, Marsha’s foundation will continue to exist for years to come.She sat on the couch, facing the TV while Clarke is dealing with a server outside of their room. She leans her back on the couch comfortably but winced when her left hand brush on the couch.
Clarke went to the same bar where he last met Christine and with how red his cheek was; he decides to wallow in his pain through a bottle of whisky. Ignoring the flashes of light and woman calling out to him there, he began to feel tipsy and his eyes becomes somewhat almost, blurry. Objective finally achieved. The bartender in that club has known him for months and served him the same thing every time he goes there. All he ever does when he sees Clarke is smile and shake his head every time he becomes drunk. As Clarke leans his head forward in defeat, facing the counter, he felt a hand curled behind him and over his shoulder. He slowly moves his head, feeling annoyed at whoever decides to get all touchy with him, and ended up smirking. It was Markus Renly. His old pal and longtime friend of the Walton family. “Girls problem?” The curly blonde hair, blue-eyed man says to him. He wore a simple shirt and a leather jacket that accentuates hi
Edited: Done. Thank you so much and I'm so sorry. I was using voice recorder, I didn't type and I was running out of time to upload so here it is. Again, my bad. English is not my 1st language so I hope yall still be okay with that😅🙆🏻♀️. Love, Diana. ... El was sitting on her couch at the comfort of her own, watching all three seasons of Strangers Things non stop. She sat there with her shorts and black tank top without a brassier on knowing she was all alone without anyone to see how scantily looking she was at that moment but nothing say comfort with a messy bun, her nerdy big square glasses, simple black catnip and pink shorts that ride up to her tie. The sound of fireplace besides her, crackling in the cold air but still giving her enough warmth to dress anyhow she likes. Despite spending hours and hours understanding the character ‘Eleven' and her cute romance with ‘Mike’. Even when both characters are just a kid, El herself wish she could put her feet in Eleven's shoe and
A/N: I'm getting weird comments in my post lately which got nothing to do with this novel. Oh, well. Nothing I can do about that. As for my wonderful readers, do let me know what you think about the story of Clarke and El so far. It really helps with the development of the story since I write them every day. I hope you will enjoy them very much. Thank you again.Love, Diana...“Are you out of your fucking mind? Don’t you have any thing decent to wear? Jesus Christ, he sees more of your skin than your clothes.” Clarke yelled at her, anger got the best of him and he almost regretted it until she see her chest puffed up and her nose flaring as angry at him.“Excuse me? I am in the comfort of my own home! I can wear anything I want or as little as possible. Hell, I can be naked if I want too and you have no say in that!”His kitten has claw. No, not a kitten, a tigress. Sexy, golden eye tigress.After Matthew fucking Sterling left and alm
A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana .... Clarke was in paradise right now. Every moment, every second of feasting on El’s body was a bliss he never thought had ever existed. It wasn’t like this with other women. They enjoyed sex with him and him feeling just okay about it but this, Clarke truly enjoys just even the foreplay itself, making her so aroused and keep on the edge while pulling her back and making her cry when he robbed her of her orgasm. Best thing about that was, he was able to keep her interested, pulling her deeper into the world of pleasure with him and only him. She always cries in frustration at one moment and cry out in pleasure the next. She would try to climb C
A/N: Again, just to repeat. English is not my first language so I hope that some of you would understand the presence of grammar and spelling problem in the story. I really apologise for that . God bless, Thank you. ..... The scent of bacon, juicy delicious which is surely, one hundred percent crispy and has a gorgeous fatty sweet taste to it can be smell all the way to her bedroom. El's eyes slowly opens and she cringed at the sunlight shining over her face with so much force. She realise then she didn’t pull her curtain all over and her room was so bright and clear. When she tries to sit up, she felt sore in every places. Only then did she notice that she was naked and there were light bruises on her body. The place that aches the most is the spot in between her legs. Her face starts blushing red. She started to remember all those crazy moments between her and Clarke. Jesus Christ She just had sex with Clarke Walton and seeing how tired and sore her whole body was, she ha
So far, the two whole weeks Hope stayed at the Walton’s mansion; was the best week she has ever experienced. Day by day, she would meet Kinsley and she was glad that his bruises were beginning to heal, especially when she sneaked some medication from the maids who were also aware of what his father had done but didn’t seem to care that much. At least the maid, Ana was kind enough to give Hope that but made her a promise to not let anyone know or else she will get in trouble for giving a first aid kit bag and paracetamol to another 10-year-old. It did seem to help Kinsley and when Hope introduced Alissa to him, Kinsley’s father was there too and he looked concerned by how close Hope was with his son. Pretty hard to believe that the thinning hair with pot belly man who claims to be his father was even related to Kinsley. The only thing similar between them was their moss-green eyes. Alissa is suspicious of the mark on Kinsley’s face, exactly what Hope is hoping for her to see b
ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨🚨🚨GOOD NEWS!... At least for those who enjoy the series that is. I have decided to write a follow up stories, sequel if you may under the Broken series and this time, Imma focus on the third generation of the Walton's family and I am delighted to start with our little Hoppy baby😍Updates starts everyday start from 1st October but if I miss one day, please be kind. I have a full time job to commit as well but of course, I will try my best to deliver on time.If Hope stories goes well, I will continue with the other kids or maybe other generations of Walton family or connected family at least.I hope you will enjoy the series and im starting with the prologue down here. Stay tune and take care guysYours Truly DIANA WOLFE...**Synopsis**Hope Walton knew the first time she met the scrawny boy with bruises on his body and the brightest blue eyes ever, he would hold her heart and forever be his to own.Even when her parents adopted Kinley James and made him her adop
A/N: This is the last chapter, you guys. Thank you for being such great support all this time and I am beyond grateful to each and every one of you. I apologize if my work might not be as good as you want it too. I promise that I will grow an be better at it and make more novels to entertain you. God bless and please stay safe. Love, Diana ... The Walton family gathering was a huge affair indeed. Not only the Walton’s family was there, but socialites from all over the world were also present to meet the powerful family and Alice never thought that she would be a part of that. Even her dressed was chosen from the finest designer with the best dress available for all of the Walton’s sons and daughters. Her own was from the Atelier Versace Fall Winter 2020 Collection. A gorgeous orange dress that has an intricate back and the sparkly fabrics just made her feel like a princess. A sexy one at that. Thankfully the marks that Ryan had inflicted on her chest has faded a little and a littl
“What the fuck are you talking about? Sister-in-law? A..are you Harry’s brother?” Ryan applauds playfully and inches lower to face her. “Smart. Very smart. Yes, I am Harry’s brother. I mean, step-brother. Illegitimate, step-brother. Yeah, I was surprised as you are when my mom told me that back when I was 13. Shock the shit out of me because everyone in the UK knows how powerful the Walton family was. I didn’t hesitate to find him just to let him know that I was his son because I had a crappy, abusive, good-for-nothing excuse of a mom. Right when I finally found the big guy, you what he says to me? He told me that I was lying, how my mom was lying and we were all a bunch of street low life that wants nothing but scares up reach folks like him. He knew my mom alright but just like London, he chose to leave me in the hands of my crazy ma and never to be seen again. He was a rotten fool and when I finally had enough, I left.”
"Alice. Wake up, baby. You don’t want to miss this entertainment do you?.”The vaguely familiar voice penetrated through the shroud of fury, pulling Alice back up from the void as if hooking me with a line of clarity.“Come back to me, Alice...” Coldness seeped through her shirt to her skin where a hand touched her. She slowly opens her eyes and squinted at the when the light was too bright for her.Once she got accustomed to the brightness, she was finally able to identify the stench of rust and water dripping from the darkroom.She finds herself surrounded by a log interior with deer antlers on the wall but the light around them shows how messy the room was. Junks scatters on the floor and dust with cobwebs made the room stuffy.
A/N: This chapter is a little unedited. Will complete it once I finish 2 more chapters....A constant ringing of her doorbell made Emily beyond pissed. To be b bothered while she was in the midst of business made her grip her fist and ready to slap whoever’s dares to bother her so rudely.Her home wasn't just any other homes in New York. She was living in a half-million-dollar penthouse and to be bothered like this makes her wonder how useless the security guard in the premise is to allow such disrespectfulness.Her anger made her refuse to peek through the hole in her door. She quickly opens the electronic door and all her red emotions just melt into ice. More like those ices melt and fall on her head.Right in front of her was both Alice and her friend Giselle, staring at her angrily and both breathing hard. Before she could close the door or block them, Alice forces herself in and Emily staggers back.Emily quickly turns her gaze t
Alice stands in front of Harry, adjusting his coat and shirt while their maids slowly bringing his working suitcase into the car. There was even a small lunch box prepared for him and the sight of it just tickle his guts.Harry laughed. “ That lunch box will make the boys laugh at me. I’m not a kid, Alice.”“Yeah?” She snorted. “Well, you got a wife that cares about your well being and about what you eat in that office of yours, surrounded by nothing but junk food and dairy shit. I mean, do you even have lunch shops every single day??”“ I don’t actually. When you’re a billionaire, it’s pretty nice to have the ridiculous amount of restaurants around New York that I can go to. I doubt my client enjoys going to restaurants with....what’s that again? Junk food and dairy shit.”“Sure but a lunch made from your lovely ol' wife is better than any of that, don’t you t
“So... how were you and mom today? Did you two had a good time gossiping?”Alice rolled her eyes at him but smiling when that happens.“We weren’t gossiping. Just like how you and dad weren’t gossiping about football. That is so sexist.”Harry chuckled. “What so sexist about me asking my wife what she and my mother talk about? Chatting is like gossip and gossip is like… when you talk about someone. You did, didn’t you?”Alice took a sip of her orange juice and Harry laugh. Stretching his legs and folded them with his back leaning on the sofa near the fireplace.“Who was it? Tell me, I’m dying to know. Can you imagine mom used to do that with me when I was a kid? I could've sworn that she wanted a daughter but poor ol' me, I was a good enough substitute I guess.”Alice laughed and slowly made his way to sit on his lap. She even hears him groan and he spread his leg
“So, how are you and Harry going along?”Alice sips on her warm tea and returns her gaze to her mother-in-law.“Oh, we are going along great. We’re doing fine, Eva.”She just grinned at Alice and nodded.“You can tell me, Alice. Even though I’m not your biological mother, you know I love you like you were my own, don’t you?”Alice stares at her for quite some time, debating about what to tell her since she obviously knows nothing so to tell her the truth is not an option. Eva would get a heart attack if she knows what his son did. It was time to come up with something different.“I know. It’s just that... it’s complicated. A bit of a fight but nothing much. Normal couple stuff.”Eva glared at her suspiciously for a second and sighed. She looks pretty disappointed.“Alright. If you don’t want to tell me about what’s going on, then I u