Novels by Nicolelytical

As the night grew deeper, I lost count of how many glasses of alcohol I had with Farvo. Not just that — I also forgot the plan, slowly getting closer to him until I found myself sitting on his lap again. I looked into his green eyes, cupping his face with both hands. “You know, you’re really, really handsome. Even though I only saw you last time, I can still vividly remember how damn hot you looked when you were on top of me.” I felt his hands holding mine and remove that from his face. ”Here you are being drunk again.” he scolded me and making me remove on his lap. “Well, you’re drunk too, huh?” I said, teasing, a mix of disbelief and a hint of laughter slipping through the haze. “I'm not drunk Miss Hestia and where are your friends. You need to go home now.” He said in serious tone. “No!” I disagree harshly and get the another bottle of beer when he snatch it from my hands. “Stop drinking,you are drunk was—” I didn't let him finished his words when I kiss him. He aggre

“Being stripper doesn't mean I'm into sex Miss Hestia.” He muttered in low voice. He stand up and start to pick up his clothes that scattered around. “Wait! What are you doing Farvo?” I stand up from laying. As I walked and stopped in front of him, “don't leave me tonight Farvo, remember I told you that I pay you big time because I really want you tonight.” I beg. But he didn't bother to buy it and start to wear his pants. So, even I didn't really know how to do it,I fell my knees on the floor, kneeling in front of his bulge.Forcing to remove his boxer from his hold. “I can work on this for you to forgive me,” I started to encircle my hands on his, who's not even circling enough due to his bigger size. “W-wait, I-I thought it was easy! H-how should I… c-continue this?” I even laugh at myself but he just stared at me with his green eyes. “Damn it!” He muttered different curses and then he went down with me, pulling me back up. “Don't suggest to do things,you can't do Miss,” he

I’ve been here for almost five hours, and honestly, I lost count after the third drink. The place still smells like smoke and cheap perfume, like time decided to pause just to trap everyone’s mistakes in one room. The lights are dim, more like shadows pretending to glow. People laugh, clink glasses, flirt, and cry, all in one messy orchestra of noise.My glass has those faint streaks from melted ice, untouched for a while now. The music changed three times already from upbeat to nostalgic to that slow, sad kind that makes you overthink everything you swore you’d moved on from.“No, I can’t do that, Prislet!” I hissed, then grabbed my glass and downed the wine straight like it was water. I slammed it back on the table, maybe a little too hard, but whatever.“But that’s the dare, Hestia!” she shot back, rolling her eyes while the others started hyping her up.Now they’re all ganging up on me like seriously, five hours in this bar and they still have the energy to ruin my dignity for fu