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

Alvin's lips were soft yet firm over hers. Her mischief eyes fluttered close, slowly to the addicting lips. His kiss came just as intense as he kissed her in the elevator, sending a wave of heat down her body.

Her legs involuntarily tried to shut but straddling him, her body was honestly telling him how much she was affected by him, his knee-weakening kiss, his muscly arms around her waist, his warmth melting her in his arms faster than the butter on a heated pan.

His fingers entangled with her silky hair, tilting her head, molding their lips perfectly as if they were made just for each other.

Her chest swelling with no air, pressing on his rock-hard chest, her fingers grazing down his neck, left him a sweet agony, craving for more than a kiss. He was only finding it harder to control himself.

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