LOGINA Collection of Short, Intriguing Romantic Stories. If you crave romance that sets your heart racing, tension that keeps you on your toes, and makes you awake all through the night, then this collection is for you.
View MoreGinger did not go to Cassian’s room.He turned the other way at the bottom of the stairs and walked until the stone corridors gave way to open air. His private garden sat behind the east wing, half-swallowed by moss and thick green vines. Plants grew in the most unusual type of shapes, most of the plants that grew there were bitter, useful for poultices and sleeping draughts. He kept them there before the curse took over the deepest part of the land completely. Also, he kept them because it seemed no one else wanted them.Ginger stared at a particular dark blue colored plant, which had sharp edges that altered the circular shape it was supposed to have. He dropped to his knees beside a low stone basin and began tearing the leaves with sharp, angry motions. The sour musk of his body mixed with the sharp scent. He grabbed a pot behind a tree and began crushing the herbs with a stone. His hands moved on their own while his mind went backward.Back to before the green sky.Back to the
GINGERGinger climbed the last flight of stairs two at a time. Impatience, worry, and envy filled him all at once; the sour musk of his body grew stronger with every hurried step. He didn't bother to knock; he wanted Grizel to know his anger before she saw him.He pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.Grizel stood near the wide window, her broad back to him. The green light from outside outlined the heavy curve of her hips and the thick rolls of her waist. She did not turn around.Ginger frown deepened; she’s calm? “You should not be here,” she said. Her voice was still soft, and tender.Ginger’s broken tusk caught the light as he clenched his jaw. He tried to control his breath. “Don’t tell me you left your palace for the past three days to bring him here,” he pointed towards the door, in the direction that seemed to be where Cassian’s room was located.He sighed.“I also heard what the human said. He touched you. He.. he made you come, Griz.” He pointed at her; disappoint
Cassian followed Grizel across the wet ground; his legs felt wobbly as mud and algae coated his boots.He looked around but there seemed to be few creatures around the wasteland. Everything seemed contradictory; the muddy, weird-looking plants didn't give off the awful smell they naturally would.The green flowers smelt like watermelon and the so-called queen who was a giant troll had a pleasant voice for a fat-ugly look.Cassisn’s head spun and his legs moved but his mind wandered to how it was possible to get here through a green necklace. The palace rose out of the swamp like something half-swallowed by the land. Thick green moss clung to the lower stones. Narrow windows glowed with the same soft green light that filled the sky. Male trolls moved everywhere, grunting, and hauling carts of wet earth, carrying heavy baskets, repairing walls with slow, deliberate strength. The few females Cassian saw sat in shaded alcoves or walked with the slow, heavy gait of pregnancy. None of t
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and neck even though the room was cold.“This one is scared, ah ah! This excites me!” The voice giggled, followed by a little clap.Should I rush out of the room to alert Rhett? No! He’ll only laugh at me and call me a coward. Perhaps whatever thing I can hear might decide not to showcase itself. Cassian's thoughts spiraled in his mind as he subconsciously bit his little finger. He was still covered in the duvet and this time, the sweat not only formed on his forehead, but his body was also getting soaked too“I’m coming out…” the voice shrieked.Cassian shut his eyes hastily; he could hear the nightstand shaking mildly. His heartbeat doubled and he could hear it beat loudly in his ear.“Rhett. Rhett.. he called softly, with the fear that the voice might hear that he was calling for help.“Mtcheew… such a coward!” Cassian’s heart made a heavy sound, the voice could hear him and absolutely sense his fears.Then silence. He didn’t hear anything fo
Dave's smile widened. He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned. The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows.
Story 2.Clara had survived two years under Dave Hargrove’s thumb—endless overtime, frozen salary, casual insults disguised as “feedback,” all while he bought another yacht and another mistress. Today the breaking point finally arrived.Dave Hargrove, a hot billionaire and the CEO of Hargrove LTD.
Ellen’s povHis tongue dove in, expert, filthy, lapping my clit in tight circles, sucking my folds.“Damn! You taste so good.” He murmured as my juices coated his chin; I rode his face shamelessly, tits spilling free, nipples hard from the cool air, and his growls vibrating through me.”“Fuck!” I
Ellen’s POV“Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work.We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear.I can’t even sleep properly because thes
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