Munchkin_2

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? 
One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… 

Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. 

But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? 

Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. 

Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? 

Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. 

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Excerpt: 

Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face.

“Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile.

A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.”
 
Alvin: “...”

Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen.

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This is an original story.

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His Devious Rule

Anya hummed in satisfaction after a good night's sleep. Without opening her groggy eyes, she recounted her plan for the day.

'Jog by the beach, workout, breakfast, leave the beach mansion with baby, submit the files, back to the…'

Her thoughts paused when she sensed the pillow was harder than usual. Snuggling her head, she moved her hand and froze.

Her arm which had to snuggle her little cuddle bug was on something hard that faintly rose and dropped. She could feel the distinct and regular rhythm of the heartbeats and calm breathing.

The woody cologne was soothing and the warmth was too relaxing and addictive to withdraw.

Cheeks flushed in embarrassment, Anya flung her eyelids open. There was no hint of grogginess left in those steely gray eyes.

Nothing is Fair