All Chapters of My Sweet Surrender (Aftermath Series #1): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bathroom Miracles "D-dom..." He's here. After a year, he's finally back in Georgebury.  Sapphire's heart squeezed inside her chest as she looked up. Her eyes fell deep into his dark brown eyes. If looks could drown, she'd be surfacing for dear life now. The intensity of his gaze sent flares throughout her body. She was speechless. She didn't know what to say. But

Business ProdigyWarning: Mature Content "Baby girl, I won't be able to stop once we start," He said in a deep husky voice. He ran his rough hands up and down my waist. I whimpered at the sensual feeling. It's making me dizzy. "Tell me to stop..." He whispered, making the hair on my nape stand. "Please, don't stop." My mind submerged into irrationality as his lips trailed kisses along my jaw, down to my neck. I didn't realize I was catching my breath until he bit the flesh near my collarbone.

Niece Dom glanced at me before walking to the hall. I decided to stalk him. He opened the door and the man Papa hired was in front of us, holding a white towel with blood on it. My eyebrows furrowed. Who's blood is that? "Ms. Sapphire! Y-your father..." He painfully spoke. "What is it? What's with my father?" I sudden wave of worry washed through me. The man looked at me with sorrow in his eyes as he uttered his next words.

New Home The city is so big, it's like each corner in here has its own story. If you think you know where you are and you suddenly turn to another street, you're completely lost. There are millions of little moments. Every block and every street has its own narrative. And the most tragic one is mine. The car stopped and we went outside. The sky's dark and the buildings flashed like stars against the black sky. I looked around in astonishment. The place is just so...different. I can't believe I'm here. In front of us was a tall handsome building. The entrance was made of glass, and on the side was a brown wall with the name '53W53'. 

Midnight Adventures "Maybe she's going through something, Auntie." I quietly said. There is a reason why people act the way they do. We just misunderstand them sometimes. As I always say, there's always good in people. The only exception is the reason for committing murder. Up until now, I don't understand why Papa died.  Who killed him? Why did they do that? These questions keep me up late at night. Just like in an orbit, they revolve around my brain in a never-ending cycle. And I badly want it to stop. All I know is that Papa is a good man, even though I didn't full