Novels by Moan Lounge

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked before I could stop myself. My hand shook a little as I set my glass down.Liam didn’t answer, his jaw was tight. His hand was gripping his empty glass until his knuckles went white.Then a knock broke the silence, and the van door slid open. Paul stepped in, holding his clipboard like a shield.“Ms. Vaughn, Mr. Smith,” he said, trying to sound confident but he was clearly nervous. “We’re ready for the next scene; the kiss scene with the male lead.”Liam finally looked away from me, and I exhaled quietly. Avery caught my eye from across the van, her small smile helping me keep it together.“Let’s go,” Liam said, standing up. His voice was firm; it was an order, not a suggestion.I followed him and Avery out of the van.The set was alive under bright floodlights, crew members were moving fast, and cameras were ready. The mock street glowed against the dark sky. Liam walked beside Paul, who was still tense.“Kiss scene?” he said, frowning.

The van felt tense after everything that had happened. My palm still burned from slapping the real Evelyn, her fake brunette hair slipping out of place as Paul dragged her away. Her glare had been pure venom.For now, though, I was Evelyn Vaughn; her face, her voice, her confidence. But underneath all of it, I was still Olivia, shaking inside.Liam sat next to me, he was quiet but looked furious. His eyes were dark and sharp, watching me too closely. Avery; still disguised as Rachel, stood nearby, pretending to be calm, though I caught the hint of a smirk. She was enjoying every second of Evelyn’s downfall.I reached out, brushing my fingers against Liam’s arm, forcing myself to sound like Evelyn; entitled and confident.“She’s my assistant, Liam, not your employee,” I said, tossing my hair back. “She’s good at what she does. I told you I’d handle her. You can’t just fire her.”Liam didn’t answer right away. He rolled up his sleeves slowly, revealing the muscles in his forearms, then

Evelyn’s POVThe final bell rang, and I was already waiting by my black Mercedes. Cassie was in the backseat, surrounded by her makeup kit, scrolling through her phone.When Olivia finally showed up, she looked nervous. Her backpack was half open and the script was crumpled in her hands.“Get in,” I said, sliding behind the wheel. I glanced at her through the mirror. “Cassie, you know what to do.”Cassie frowned, setting her phone aside. “Wait–what? You actually want me to make her look like you?”“Yes,” I said flatly, starting the car. “Her face becomes mine. Mine becomes... nothing special. We’re switching for the audition.”Olivia froze in the backseat.“Evelyn, this is insane,” she said quietly. “What if I mess it up? What if they figure it out?”“They won’t,” I said, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You’ve got talent, Olivia. I’ve seen you in drama club. You’re better than half the idiots who call themselves actors. Just do what I say. Cassie, start.”Cassie hesitated, glancing b

Evelyn's POVThe night air hit me as Paul dragged me out of the van. The set lights were blinding, the pier was empty and cold. My cheek burned, a handprint was obviously on my cheek now.Olivia had slapped me. The audacity of that bitch.I yanked my hand away from Paul and stalked toward the edge of Pier 59, my disguise was barely holding up. My heels were cutting into the gravel.The crew stepped aside, looking shocked, but I didn’t care. I kicked a metal crate until it rang, the sound was loud in the cold night.“Fvck!” I shouted, punching the crate with both fists.People stared like I had lost it. Good. Let them watch. Olivia had crossed a line; in front of Liam.Cassie, Tara, and Lena rushed over, their makeup kits clattering against their hips.“Evelyn!” Cassie breathed, grabbing my arm. “Are you okay? Paul said Liam fired you. Is that true?”I slammed my palm down on a stack of props and felt the wood vibrate. “I’m going to kill that bitch,” I snapped, my cheek was throbbing.

Paul quickly stepped in, his hands raised like he was trying to calm a wild animal. “Mr. Smith, it’s just a misunderstanding,” he said, glancing nervously at Evelyn. “She’s new... It won’t happen again.”“It better not,” Liam snapped. His eyes flicked to me, they were sharp and suspicious. “Pick people who know their place, Evelyn, or I’ll clean house myself.”I forced a confident smirk, trying to sound like Evelyn instead of the panicked mess I actually was. “What is it this time, Liam?” I said, tossing my hair and brushing his arm lightly. “You barge in, start yelling at my staff. Are you trying to pick a fight with me–again? Maybe you should be apologizing to me for this morning instead of causing another scene.”He ignored the jab, his voice was rising, his anger filling the small space of the van.“I’m talking about your damn staff, and you’re trying to change the subject?” he shot back, pointing straight at the real Evelyn. “I hate being touched by strangers. Absolutely hate it.

Liam.Avery quickly wiped the tears from my face before Liam stepped all the way into the van.His suit was spotless despite the chaos outside. His eyes were dark with anger, and his jaw clenched tight. My heart nearly stopped. Even with Evelyn’s face and voice, I could feel my disguise slipping under his stare.“Liam,” I breathed, my voice was barely audible. My phone slid from my hand, and Avery gripped mine in warning.He stepped forward, the floor creaking under his boots. “What’s going on in here?” he said, his voice was low and sharp. “You both look guilty as hell. Like you've been caught red-handed.”Avery and I both stood quickly. For a second, everything we had rehearsed; our disguises, our story, vanished.I forced myself to breathe and slipped into character. Evelyn’s confidence. Evelyn’s smirk. Evelyn’s tone.“Caught doing what, Liam?” I said lightly, laughing just like she would. I stepped closer, letting my fingers brush his chest. “You know the only bad thing I do is wi

"Kyle," I mumbled his name against his mouth, but my voice was weak and helpless.My head was spinning now.Kyle didn’t slow down. His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands kneaded my breast. My anger was gone before I knew and it was quickly replaced with tingling sparks through my body.When he finally pulled back we were both breathing fast. He reached out and wiped my tears with his thumb.“You’re mine, Mirabel,” he murmured.His mouth moved down my neck, sucking and grazing, and I arched into him when he reached my breast. He sucked through the fabric.“I’m still mad,” I managed to say, my voice was shaking.“I know.” He sucked harder, making my body tremble.I gasped, gripping the sheets.My entire body was melting.Then I blurted the thing that terrified me. “How are we supposed to make a real baby if Zoey shows up? She’ll ruin everything.”He dragged his tongue lower, over the dress, to my bellybutton. My head kept spinning when he started sucking."Kyle... I'll fight you, you

I stumbled into the bedroom, my legs were still weak from the quick sex in the bathroom. My heart was pounding from that text about Zoey.The room was dim; on the bed lay a silky deep-blue nightdress, it was clearly Kyle’s choice. He watched me from the edge of the bed, his eyes were unreadable. I ignored him, slipped on the dress, and crawled under the covers, pulling the blanket over my head.His hand found me through the blanket, stroking my side slowly. I shivered even though I didn’t want to.“Mirabel,” he said, low and rough. “Why are you pushing me away?”I yanked the blanket down and glared at him. “Are you seriously asking me that?" I snapped, my voice was sharp. "Why the hell won't you tell me about Zoey. Or Denise? I asked you, Kyle, and you just... ignored me! Why won’t you answer me?”He ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “What do you want me to say, angel?”“The truth!” I shot back, my hands were shaking. “It's obvious you're hiding something. Don’t lie to me.”

“Do you… want to fvck me? Like this?”He went still, his fingers pausing. “Are you sure, angel? You’re hurting. I don’t want to make it worse.”The cramps burned, but the need was sharper. I bit my lip and nodded. “I can take it. Please. Don’t stop.”His jaw flexed, his eyes going darker. A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Fvck, Mirabel…” His hands clamped on my hips as he shifted behind me, his c0ck nudging my entrance. “You’re gonna kill me.”He pushed in slowly, stretching me, the burn mixing with the cramps. I gasped, clutching the edge of the tub, my body trembling at the invasion.Pain and pleasure twisted together until all I could do was moan.“Kyle… don’t stop.”“You sure?” he asked again, his voice was tight, and his breath was hot on my neck.“I want it,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “I want you.”That was all it took. His control snapped. He groaned, sinking deeper, the water sloshing red around us. My nails dug into his arms as he thrust harder, each movement was

The paramedics shoved me inside the ambulance. My mom climbed in, while Kyle’s mom sat beside me, holding my hand like she actually cared. The doors slammed shut, sirens wailing as my cramps twisted deeper. Blood streaked my thighs, cold air mixing with the metallic smell. My mind screamed his name. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here?Then the back doors crashed open.“Get your fvcking hands off my girl.”His voice was a growl, if was low and lethal. My head snapped up. Kyle filled the doorway, snow clinging to his jacket, his eyes were black with rage. Every muscle in his body looked ready to destroy.“Kyle,” I breathed, my voice was breaking on his name.“I’m here, baby,” he said, softer now, but his stare stayed murderous as it swept the ambulance.The paramedic pulled his hands back like Kyle’s glare burned.He climbed inside, grabbed the stretcher, and yanked me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Then his mouth crashed against mine, the kiss was rough and desperate, claiming me r

“My baby… oh God, my baby. Please don’t let me lose it. Kyle loves it so much.”Helen, Kyle’s mother, dropped to her knees beside me. Then she pulled me into her arms. Her touch startled me; hours ago, she’d spit venom at me. Now her voice was soft, almost maternal.“Shh, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to the baby. We won’t let it.” She snapped her head toward her husband, her eyes were blazing. “Call 911, Richard. Now!”I caught sight of my mom’s face, and froze. Her eyes were wild, black with fury. She looked ready to tear me apart.“You’re lying,” she hissed, trembling with rage. “You’re not pregnant. You’re trying to trap him.”“Sandra, enough!” Helen snarled, clutching me tighter. “She’s bleeding, for God's sake! Do you want her to lose the baby?”“There is no baby!” my mom shrieked. “She’s a liar... a filthy sinner!”“Enough!” Bishop Callahan’s voice cracked through the chaos. It was thunderous. “Mirabel needs a doctor. Immediately. Do you think she would be bleeding if t

I jolted awake with a stabbing pain low in my belly, sharp enough to make me bite down on my lip. My hand searched blindly across the sheets, desperate for Kyle’s warmth.Nothing. Just cold emptiness.“Kyle?” My voice was weak, barely a croak as I forced my eyes open. "Kyle?"No answer.I sat up, blinking against the dim light. This wasn’t the couch we had been lying on. The room was massive: sleek, expensive. A chandelier glittered overhead.My heart pounded."Where am I? Are we still in his parents’ mansion?"I yanked the blanket back and froze.Blood. Dark red, blooming across the perfect white sheets. My stomach dropped. Too much. Way too much.“No, no, no…” My hands flew to my thighs, it was sticky and wet. My period wasn't supposed to be this heavy.Panic clawed at my chest.“Kyle!” I shouted, ignoring the pain as I crawled off the bed and toward a door beside the room.I stumbled into a marble bathroom and tore through cabinets. Shoving aside towels and fancy soaps. No tampons

I kept to Wesley’s side as the room fell apart. The executives were shouting over each other, faces white, papers scattering... panic everywhere.Jonah and Constance were screaming at me like I’d already destroyed them. I wanted to melt into the floor.Then Damian pushed through the door like a storm. The room went quiet. He looked at me like I’d lied to him, fury was written all over his face.“What the fvck are you doing here, Lila?” he snapped. “You said you’d break it off last night.”“I–” I started, clutching Wesley's arm. My voice was shaking. “I couldn’t do it. I came here to do it today.”Wesley’s face tightened. “You were going to break up with me?” he asked, he looked confused and hurt.Constance lost it. She stepped toward Damian, pleading, practically begging him. “Take her. Do whatever you want with her. Just forgive Wesley. He’ll never go near her again, I swear!” Her voice was frantic, and her hands were trembling.Wesley pushed back. “Mom, what the hell? I love her! We

The whiskey burned down my throat, ice clinking in the glass I was strangling with my grip. My jaw ached from clenching. The VIP lounge of The Obden Club was loud with cigar smoke and business talk from my friends, but I wasn’t hearing shit.All I saw was Lila. Her walking away with Wesley fvcking Kane at the Harrington party. Her choosing him... after I’d fvcked her raw in that stall, after I marked her.My c0ck twitched at the memory, but rage drowned it out.“Yo, Damian,” Jake, my buddy with the buzz cut said, nudging me. “What's up with you, man? You're off, like you’re not even here.”Ryan smirked, leaning forward as he adjusted his Rolex. “Yeah. You've been a ghost lately, ever since you and that girl Lila split. Don’t tell me you’re sulking ‘cause Lila’s warming Wesley Kane’s bed now.”I cut him a look sharp enough to kill.“Watch your fvcking mouth,” I growled, my glass cracking under my grip. “Nobody said we’re over. Lila and I just had a… misunderstanding, that's all.”Jake h

Wesley drove in silence, his knuckles were turning white on the wheel, and his eyes were flicking to me every few seconds. I hugged the robe tighter, biting my lip harder now.“Are we gonna talk about it?” Wesley finally asked, his voice was rough. “What’s going on, Lila?”“We’ll talk,” I whispered, staring out the window. “Just… take me home first.”“Lila, come on,” he pressed, sharper now. “You’re acting strange. What happened back there?”“I’m fine,” I lied, my throat was tight. “Please, just get me home.”He muttered under his breath but kept driving. The city lights streaked by, my stomach was twisting, shame and fear was climbing higher with every mile.When we reached my building, I pushed the door open fast, wincing as I stepped out. Every movement sent a fresh ache between my legs.“Lila, are you sure you’re okay?” Wesley asked, catching up, his hand brushing my arm. “You look like you’re in pain.”“I’m fine,” I forced a smile, rushing toward the elevator.He stopped the doors

I finally got Damian to stop after begging him. My body was too sore to take more.By the time we stepped out of the stall, my legs felt like they might give out. My heart was racing. The hallway was almost empty except for distant laughter and moans. I tried to walk straight, praying no one noticed.“Why the hell are you sneaking around?” Damian’s hand clamped on my arm, his voice was sharp. "Having second thoughts already?”“I’m not,” I said quickly, but my eyes were down. “I just don’t want people staring.”His gaze darkened. He stepped closer and said with a low and dangerous tone. “You better not. You promised me, Lila. Don’t fvck with me.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “But you should go first. We’ll meet at my apartment later.”His jaw clenched. “No need. I’ll drive you back myself.”I froze.His stare turned deadly when I didn't move. “Why are you just standing there?”I swallowed, gripping the robe. “I need to end things with Wesley properly. He’s been good to me. I can’t just vanis

My whole body was trembling as I sat on Damian’s lap in the stall, his cock was still buried inside me. My breath was shaky and sweat was clinging to me. The place reeked of sex, and my pussy throbbed; it was raw and way too sore.Damian had fvcked me like he wanted to break me, like he needed me to remember I was his. And God, I let him. His arm was wrapped around my waist, while his other hand was lazily squeezing my breasts. His eyes wouldn't stop dragging over the fresh bruises and bite marks he had left me.I felt like I had been torn apart and stitched back together.“Pull out,” I whispered, too weak to meet his eyes. “We need to go.”He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. That cruel smirk was back. “Why so shy, Lila? Why can't you look at me? You’re the one who usually begs me to stay inside you after I’m done. Don't act like you didn't love it.”“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but my voice was barely there. “I’m insane for letting you touch me again. I should be suing

“What’s wrong, Lila? You look like you’re about to cry. Thought you didn’t give a shit.”“I don’t,” I whispered, but my voice cracked. I shoved at him with shaking hands. “Go marry whoever you want. Just leave me the fvck alone.”He didn't move away.“Leave?” He stepped closer, the warning in his voice was low and cold. “You really think you can just walk away from me? Let that asshole touch you after my warning?”“I–” I tried to say, but the words sounded small.Damian didn’t yell. He just narrowed his eyes, grabbing my hip hard enough to bruise.“Don’t test me, Lila. I saw you on his lap. Kissing him. Letting him grop–” He cut himself off, the anger was raw. “After I told you to stay the hell away. And now you're mad because of someone else? You're jealous over Chloe's kiss? Seriously ?"He chuckled, digging his thumb into my hip. "What if I did to Chloe what he did to you? What then, huh?"“Stop saying that. I’m not jealous,” I said too quickly, pushing at his chest. My hands shook.