A Crazy One-night Stand Novels & Stories

Lucy waved as she drove away. An extravagant party accompanied by loud music and a beautiful display of fireworks lit up the place. The bar was filled with gaudily dressed women and men who were there to seek indulgence. I walked into the bar wearing denim jean pants and a white shirt. Life is but a dream> I thought to myself while recalling the last time I was here. That was the same day I had a one-night stand with Sebastian. “Ele, over here….”

“What? You cannot blame me for wanting a Spanish charm of my own besides what is the harm? I am the single one and you are the about to be hitched but still stuck up on a one night stand one” “I am not stuck up on anything with him” I muttered, the indignation in my tone at her implication. “Of course you are, Isabella. I have known you for years and this is the first time you seem agitated about a man and one that you have nothing with. You want him just as much as he wants you and I suggest you go for it” “You should be the responsible friend” I wailed. “Nope… we both know the last thing I am is responsible and you threw yours out of the window when you decided to go to Las Vegas and fuck

“And you think this isn’t creepy? What is your problem?” “Maybe you’re right. You’ve been in my head ever since that night and I can’t seem to get you out. Now, whose fault is that?” He’s crazy. Because he’s not making any sense at all. “Dominique, it’s called a one-night stand for a reason. And knowing the type of man you are, you’ve had hundreds of those. Why’s this any different?” “Because you’re different.” “Bullshit.” Dominique bites his bottom lip and takes another step forward, this time I don’t move back and that’s because I can feel the couch behind me, rubbing against the back of my legs. He’s close now, too close, I can feel the warmth emanating from his body.

He quickly suppressed his expression, his gaze turning cold as it landed on Chloe. Uh— Feeling the weight of Lionel's stare, Chloe blushed and quickly composed herself, remembering that the person she was laughing at was Lionel's lover. Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to the TV. The scene became chaotic as the footage started to shake. "Red thong! Red thong!" A wave of shouts erupted as fans' phones and tablets began snapping pictures. Moira panicked when her manager trembled as he tried to retrieve the thong from her back. Her heavily made-up face cracked in shock. She screamed, covering her face as she rushed to the car, but the fans surged toward her with unprecedented

Okay" Cassian said slowly before walking out of the room with the card in his hands. I fell flat in the bed and pulled the blanket over my body and signed. ******************** As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling,I couldn't help but think about the events of the previous night.A handsome stranger with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. It was a one night stand, pure and simple. No strings attached, no expectations. Just two people, lost in the moment, seeking pleasure and connection. But in the middle of the night when I looked over at the stranger, now sleeping peacefully beside me, I felt a pang of regret. I just wish I didn't work as a sex worker and had met him in a different w

I can’t believe that one night could change my whole life forever. A one-night-stand with Lysander Hitwell of all people? Why does it have to be him? Why can’t it be just someone who’s average… normal? This wouldn’t have happened if he wasn't so powerful. If he doesn’t have a sacred bloodline to protect. I heaved a deep sigh. We have the tickets. One-way. Rich booked them, and all we have to do now is leave the country. But it doesn’t feel that simple. Not when I know Alpha Reginald could still find me.

I’ll go back to healing my broken heart tomorrow, but tonight, I just want to forget about that asshole and indulge myself in a one-night stand with this Adonis. The guy leans back, draping his arms around my waist and gazing into my eyes. “What’s your name, beautiful? I’m…” I quickly raise a finger, pressing it against his lips and giving a little shake of my head. “No names,” I say. “No strings. No attachments. Just one night.” Amusement flickers in his pale grey-blue eyes and he brings a hand up to my chin, swiping the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. “Okay. Deal.”

A one-night stand. At least that’s what Kat kept telling herself. This man wasn’t her soulmate and future husband. That only happened in fairy tales. This was just a fun thing, not a future. If, by some strange working of the universe, he was her future husband, then he would understand why she had to leave. But for right now, he was just an incredibly attractive one-night stand. Fun Kat liked that. It was fun to have a one-night stand. But Boring Kat wanted to make it more.

It seemed he had become a quintessential case of a prodigal son returning to righteousness. Inside the club, the strobe lights flashed incessantly, casting the place in a riot of colors. Men and women, scantily clad, swayed fervently to the pulsating beats spun by the DJ. Matthew had barely stepped in before he found himself the object of attention, the plump prey sought after by both men and women. With a casual gesture, he pulled in a fiery figure of a woman wearing a figure-hugging dress that accentuated her tempting curves. Together, they moved toward the private section of the club.

“If you find the right guy tonight, you won’t hold back, if you want to take things further.” “Eww, Risa! I don’t like the whole one night stand thingy.” I whined. “No one said it has to be for one night!” She rolled her eyes at me. “But at least get started!” “Alright, let’s just say that I do find some hot guy tonight who is a gentleman and the loving and caring type,” I air quoted with my fingers while mentally rolling my eyes. “Only then will I decide if I want to go ahead with this crazy theory of yours.”