My soul was a desert and you, my love, is an ocean I was searching so hard for. You is all I need to live..... Murmuring the last line, I closed down the last page of my novel and exhaled a gentle sigh. I never feel lonelier then I do after finishing a romantic novel. I swear they make love sound so dreamy in these books that my craving for a companion shoots up by like thousand times. I wonder if I would ever get to feel this "magical feeling." Men in these novels are so fanciful though- sweet, caring, understanding and so romantic. If only we could order men too on shopping sites. If it was possible, I would have got me a gentleman who is considerate, soft-spoken and chivalrous. Nothing like certain someone who is hard headed, ruthless, and smiles only once in billion years. I have rarely seen him smiling. He acts as though he has the weight of world on his shoulders. More often than not his lips are curled downward in a frown and his eyes narrowed, judging. And despite it all, h

Zavion Freaking Kessler was outside my door! I wasn't shocked I was legit freaking out. I glanced down at my hands. They were shaking. "So you want me to break the door," he replied gruffly a long moment later. My eyes grew round in panic. I begin shaking my head repeatedly. When I realised he cannot see me, I spoke up. "No..don't do this.....I..why are you here? Please, leave," I implored. My insides were in knots. I could feel his dark ominous aura powering through the door. It pervaded the air, exerting his sheer dominance. An eerie silence settled between us until a loud thud vibrated through the wooden door, making me jump back. I blinked at the door perplexed until the realisation hit me. He was kicking down the door. Shit. I watched in numb shock as the door's lock came loose only after third push. He was focusing on the lock. He vigorously jerked the handle from outside, finally breaking it. Clearly. it was built to protect from human not from a ferocious beast. Dread imm

"Shocked? Wondering how I found out?" he patted my head with gentle downward caresses. Fear pulsed through me as I lifted my face to look at him. I am sure my eyes were wide in shock, struck with horror as I stared up at him. His face betrayed no emotions except for a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes."Honestly, Annesley sounds better than Taylor," he skillfully wrapped his fist around my thick strands and crouched down to my level. His stormy eyes dug into mine, intent and sharp. I was a fool to think I could hide things from them. My guts twisted painfully. I was desperate to know more. I wondered what more did he know? Does he know my whole truth? Does he know that I am his runaway mate? The possibilities made my heart pound erratically.The stress of the moment crushed me. I felt tears pooling in my eyes. He will not only hurt me but every person I care about for only to hurt me more. What if he hurt my Penny? What if he took her away from me? I couldn't fight the tear escap

Zavion I have never wanted someone this badly. So much so that I was readily turning a blind eye to all her lies. I was more annoyed by her hesitation to accept me than by her lies. Am I being desperate? Maybe I am but I can't help it. I lose all my rationality around her. She does that to me every fucking time. My rage knew no bounds when I returned home to learn she had left. I was so excited to see her after two excruciating days of separation and she had to do this. I craved to punish her, hurt her, torture her for leaving me. The mansion felt like a graveyard without her so I decided to bring my life back. She agreed or not but she only belonged in my house. I left for London the same day, fully intent to punish her gravely for her mistake. But as soon as I heard her taking my name, my resolve crashed down like a house of cards. I was outside her apartment when she suddenly whispered my name between her heavy breaths. With so much want and need. The air was rife with her sweet

Third POVPenny grinned brightly at her paper rose. She had learned to make it from a Video. It took her some practice to make it but guess it had turned out well. She painted it red and dotted it with tiny white hearts. Santa had finally fulfilled her secret wish. She was going to write a big thank you letter to Santa this Christmas. She was very happy. Once done, she raced outside holding her rose. Her grin grew even more when she saw him in the kitchen. He was making cereals. Penny hid the rose behind her back and tip-toed towards him so that he could not hear her approaching. Once at his side, she lightly jabbed at his leg with her tiny finger to get his attention. Zavion looked down at her. Her hair was a mess and paint was all over her dress and face. "Were you painting?" Zavion noted. She nodded. Silence hung over as she rocked from side to side, a blush creeping up her cheeks. A moment passed before she finally brought her hands to the front, revealing a paper rose. She hel