Novels by estrellawritesss

Mabel's POV. I felt like my ears were playing tricks on me, because what the hell? I didn't move. I just stared blankly at him, trying to play deaf even as my insides churned anxiously. “Mabel?” He called with a steady voice, “touch your breast. We don't have a lot of time,” he reminded me.In that moment, refusal became impossible to give into. I'd taken this job, I read the description, I knew what it entailed, and I had no problems with it.Except now, the person in charge was my ex and something about his orders made my breathing slow. Without further thought, I slowly lifted my hand, settling it over my left breast. The skin was warm beneath my palm, and the room suddenly felt suffocating despite being so spacious. I lifted my chin, holding the pose while my eyes stayed fixed around his shoulder because I'd be damned if I met Daniel's gaze.“Click.” “Good. Make your grip slightly firm, let your fingers sink in,” he ordered, tilting the camera towards the right angle for an

Mabel's POV.Desperate situations called for desperate decisions, and this quote is the reason behind my most recent decision. I was a waitress whose deadbeat father left with debts to clear. He was a drunk who gambled until alcohol squeezed out whatever was left of his life. Despite my warnings to quit alcohol, he never listened to me, and now, even after his death, I was left with a burden that gave me sleepless nights. Yes, you heard that right. My father didn't just borrow money from any random person, he borrowed money from Raymond X–a well known mafia don known for killing people just because he didn't like their face. I'd worked multiple jobs to make sure that I paid something every month, but three hundred dollars was a meagre amount compared to the four thousand dollars outstanding debt. Raymond was growing impatient, he was leaving me with two options–pay up in the next three days or lose a limb. The latter wasn't even an option to consider. I exhaled deeply, staring

Michelle's POV. Robert slipped his fingers out of me and I stood up. My knees wobbled beneath me as I rose from the chair. My thighs were trembling and I gripped the edge of the desk for support, silently praying that I looked like I was gathering my thoughts, rather than recovering from my boyfriend's fingers. I stared at the screen, spotting the question but my mind was blank. I'd been paying no attention to his class, and I couldn't even focus even if I wanted to. Not when Robert was teasing me like that. “Miss Williams,” Mr. Harry's voice was clipped, tinging with impatience. He adjusted his glasses, pointing at the screen, “I asked you to explain the relationship between inflation rate and demand in a closed economy. It's a fundamental concept. One I covered–” he paused, lifting his wrist to check his watch, “twelve minutes ago.”Twelve minutes ago.Twelve minutes ago, Robert had his hand on my thigh and his fingers were teasing the outline of my panties. I swallowed hard,

Michelle’s POV. There are times in your life when you make the wrongest decisions. Not because you didn't think it through but because you chose to worry about the consequences later. Which was the perfect explanation for my predicament. There were no less than two hundred students filled in the lecture auditorium, everyone's attention focused on the sliver–haired figure on the podium–Mr Harry, the economics lecturer. I sat in the third row from the back, with crossed legs and a blank book. I had written nothing and this class had lasted close to forty minutes. In my defense, I needed a distraction from my dirty thoughts. And what better distraction other than my phone? I'd been texting my boyfriend who happened to be attending this class with me. My fingers moved fast over my phone's screen as I tried to hide the blush on my face. Michelle: I'm so horny I could scream!Robert: Lol, baby what do you want me to do about it?Michelle: I don't know honestly. Just keep telling me f

Stacey's POV. "Stacey, where the hell are you?!" My mom thundered outside the bathroom door. We both froze. Elijah's hips paused mid-thrust, still buried deep inside me, and I felt his cock twitch from the sudden yell. My eyes widened, and I could feel his grip on me tighten. For a split second, we just stayed there, utterly clueless on the next move. But that was until I heard a banging sound on the bathroom door. “Stacey, you better not be pulling one of those stomach ache games. I'll break down this door if I have to!” She threatened, knocking repeatedly right after. Shit. If there was one thing about my mother's threat, it was that she was surely going to follow through. “Stacey, I'm going to ask you one last time. Where are you?!” She yelled, her voice literally reverberating through the door. "In the bathroom!" I yelled the words without thinking, my voice sounding strained from all the moaning. I cleared my throat, forcing my tone to sound steady, "I'm in the bath

Elijah's POV.Of all things I'd expected to see today, this was the very least. My eyes widened, my body pulsing with heat, blood flow rushing speedily to my pants as I watched Aunt Stacey touch herself.She'd looked so hot…so tempting…so beautiful. She bolted off the toilet seat, tossing the vibrator in the air as she pulled on her shorts with embarrassment evident on her face. She looked like she'd just seen a ghost to be exact. "I–I didn’t hear you come in," she stammered, her voice cracking. I moved further into the bathroom, swallowing hard, "The door was unlocked," I said, trying not to stare at her nipples perking through her top. "I knocked, but you didn’t answer,” I added. Stacey's face turned pale, her fingers went straight into her hair as she stared at the floor. “Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you had to see that. Why–why did you come?” She asked, trying to soften the awkward tension between us but I was at a loss for words. I'd come to tell her that her mom want