Doodlebob Saying Novels & Stories

I watched him in horror as he plunged his silver dagger into my brothers heart while keeping eye contact with me. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as my brother struggled with his life, "Please let him go" I pleaded tearfully. He stared at me coldly before he cackled wickedly saying "I thought you said you are ready to accept me the way I am wife, this is the real me do you still want me? it's not like you have a choice I am your husband". Yes he was my husband, the ruthless and heartless european mafia Lord who doesn't give a fuck about anybody's feeling. ***** In the dark underworld of mafia rule, 18 year old Aurora is ruthlessly sold to the feared Lord Logan Drew, who harbors secrets and hidden agenda. As she navigates the landscape of Logan's mansion she was forced to obey his every command. Aurora struggles to adapt to her new life as a captive in Logan's opulent mansion. Will she find a way to survive in the treacherous world of her new owner, or will she succumb to the darkness that surrounds her?.

I have just fallen asleep after working around the clock, but my mom insists on dragging me to the supermarket first thing in the morning. Having mistaken us for sisters, the cashier compliments Mom for her youth and looks. But after Mom explains to her smilingly that we're mother and daughter, the cashier's eyes go wide in disbelief. With mixed feelings, she says, "You… You look more like the daughter, though…" That remark leaves me shell-shocked for a moment. Then, I turn around to stare at my and Mom's faces in the mirror. Mom has such smooth and supple skin that she looks like a 20-year-old college student. Meanwhile, there's me, looking like a 50-year-old hag because of the freckles and dark spots covering my face. Mom's smile vanishes instantly. "How dare you speak that way! Are you saying that my daughter looks old?" Since I don't have a good night's sleep, I become uncontrollably pissed. Just as I'm about to curse at the cashier, I catch a glimpse of the crow's feet around Mom's eyes disappearing rapidly from the corner of my eye.

Book One in the Rock Haven Series. Each book is stand alone with a promised HEA. Delilah Jones is not just your average girl next door. She is the daughter of Andrew Jones a NFL Football Legend living in a beach town in South Carolina. Her mom was a famous runway model before she passed away tragically from cancer. She is smart, beautiful and every guys dream girl. She's been best friends with the boy next door Liam Anderson since they were kids in preschool. Over time their friendship blossomed into something more. For months they hooked up in secret, as friends with benefits. But when Liam's band becomes popular overnight he leaves to tour the country without even saying goodbye. When he returns home a year later to finish senior year and rekindle their romance, will Delilah be up for it? When their romance is discovered and rumors abound, will they choose to stick it out or give up on what they have? Will he dare to take on the world for her and tell everyone that she is the love of his life? Or will he hide behind the badboy image the media has created for him? This book is full of angst and lots of drama will unfold along they way to their HEA.

Warning: Rated 18+ "You have me..." Once he dried my eyes, I noticed that his hand was no longer as chilly as it had been earlier in the interaction. He moved his mouth closer to mine and spoke in a low whisper, saying, "You only have me, and there's no way for you to run away from me since I am everywhere..." “You kissed me, you imprinted me as your vampire mate,” he added as he smirked.  My eyes widened when I touched my lips, and I felt his slow approach, asking, "You want me to kiss you, right?" I could feel him moving closer and closer. "You wanted it so desperately..." he groaned, then his eyes lingered on my lips, and in the flash of an eye, He was already laying claim to my lips; I gasped in response to his gently nibbling on them. I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"

At yet another family gathering, Kirsten Weber's male assistant, Jordan Steele, is sitting in the seat that should be mine. I ask Kirsten, "He's sitting in the host's seat. Don't you have anything to say about that?" Kirsten shoots back impatiently, "Since you showed up late, don't blame someone else for taking your seat. There's an empty seat next to it. You can take it if you want. If you don't want it, then get out." I am about to speak when her inner thoughts suddenly flood into my mind. She is saying inwardly, "Honey, get angry already. Tell me you need me. Tell me you have to sit beside me. Prove that you love me. That's the only way I'll feel secure." This time, I do not give Kirsten what her heart desires. Instead, I lower my head and slowly remove my wedding ring. Calmly, I say, "Since you won't even save the seat for the man of the house, I suppose you don't need me anymore. Let's get a divorce, Kirsten."

“Why are you doing this? I have done everything you asked me to do. Please, Clara, let it go.” Xavier pleaded. Clara stared at him and slowly let out a chuckle. “You mean nothing to me, you have never meant something and you never will. I don't love you and I never will.” “My words. Do they ring a bell?” She asked with a smile as she stared at him. His eyes were clouded with tears. “Clara… “ “Five years ago you said those words to me, now I am saying them back to you. I won't stop Xavier, not until the Blackwell’s Empire falls!” ~ Being in a loveless marriage for two years was something Clara got used to. Despite it being loveless, it was going great until her husband’s first love returned out of the blue and was carrying his child. The next minute, Clara was signing divorce papers. Not only was she divorced, she was humiliated by her husband and his family. Clara left the city and returned five years later with twins, she returned as a billionaire. Now, it was her ex-husband’s turn to chase her.…

Serafina Vale didn’t want love anymore, she wanted war and a husband to help her start it. Her ex-fiancé slept with her stepsister and proposed to her on camera, in front of everyone. So yeah—she needed to hit back, fast and publicly. With help from her best friend, Rhea, she was supposed to meet a broke model at a diner. Sweet guy, easy to handle. Just enough to stir drama and ruin the happy couple’s fairytale. But she sat at the wrong table and accidentally proposed to the wrong man. Dorian Everhart was the opposite of harmless. He was cold, unreadable and terrifyingly rich. He absolutely had no business saying yes. But…he did. He married her the same day with no questions asked or rules attached either. She thought she was the one using him. But he didn’t seem to bulge, and now, she’s starting to wonder, who really set this up? Why does her stepsister flinch every time Dorian’s name comes up? and why does he know so much about her family? What the hell does he want from her? And worse….why does a part of her want him to take it?

On the day we were supposed to get married, my girlfriend blew me off again, saying she was too busy. When I got home, there was a marriage certificate waiting for me in the mailbox—hers and her male assistant's. The date filed was today. I gave a small, bitter smile, set the certificate down on my desk, turned around, and ended things with her. The next second, my phone rang. Her annoyed voice came through right away. "Patrick, what is your problem? Why are you throwing a tantrum? You're a grown man—act like one." Before I could even say anything, I heard her assistant sobbing in the background. "Olivia, do you think Patrick got the wrong idea? You should go home. I'll be fine on my own." "Forget about him. He always pulls stuff like this—I'm so tired of it. You're the one who matters right now." The sound of my girlfriend gently comforting another man cut right through me. The call ended, and so did any last shred of hope I had left.

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.

Zara thought her heart only had space for one bad boy—her charming best friend Jace, the tattooed playboy who never saw her as a woman.. Zara is determined to confess her feelings to Jace before their high school prom night ends but her hopes are entirely crushed when Jace announces he has a new girlfriend and she overhears him saying she (Zara)can never be his type. This hurts Zara beyond core. Heartbroken but determined to move on, Zara steps into college with a fresh start and a shared apartment with Jace. What she doesn’t expect is him—Noah Reyes, the brooding, inked stranger in the third room. Mysterious, cold, and devastatingly magnetic, Noah has something in him she can’t name.. He never wanted roommates. He doesn’t do feelings. But there’s something about Zara that threatens his rules.. Stuck between the best friend who’s always had her heart and the mysterious bad boy next door who’s starting to steal it, Zara is caught in a storm of temptation. She has to choose—but either way, someone’s bound to get burned.