A Lover's Quest Novels & Stories

Neither of us moved it. “To be clear,” I said, before it could win, “the cover is a costume. It doesn’t unlock anything. You don’t get to touch me because a concierge is watching. If I want you again, and that is a very theoretical if, I’ll be the one who decides it. Same as the first time.” “I know.” “Say it properly.” “The cover gives me nothing,” he said, even and low. “Whatever happens between us happens because you choose it, or it doesn’t happen. That was true in the dark and it’s true now.”

These questions consumed Thomas, igniting an insatiable curiosity within him to uncover the truth. Doubt laced Asher's response as he confronted Damon's proclamation of love. The disbelief etched on his face mirrored the skepticism that lingered in his voice. "Love her? I find that hard to believe, Damon. Your actions have never shown any sign of genuine love for her. You never fought for her, never made an effort to reveal the truth, and when she needed you the most, you were nowhere to be found. You left her shattered and heartbroken, positioning yourself as nothing more than the villain in her tumultuous life," Asher retorted, his eyes ablaze with fiery anger.

Yuri struggled to find a way to leave her room, she tried her magic but her mother's is more powerful than hers, she tried to smash the barrier by throwing different heavy items but it only pass through. But giving in won't marked in her head, while still thinking for a way to somehow escape, she suddenly heard a snowball being thrown in her close window. She then hurriedly open the said window and saw her lover just below standing on the sugar-coated ground gazing at her with awe. "What are you doing?! you must leave before mother execute you!" She quietly warned. "No," her lover bravely answered, "I won't leave without you, we promise to each other that we will travel the world together."

I provided some extra background information. "That is not at all what he will be thinking in any way, shape, or form. What I would like most is for him to become acquainted with some of my other close friends." According to her, I am able to pick up on a frightened quality in her voice that she is attempting to cover up with laughter. I am able to recognize this quality in her voice. It is pretty obvious to me at this point that I should not have offered her any advice or suggestions. It is not required for her to give any thought to the possibility that her lover would end their relationship with her around the time of the holidays.

“Go on.” I took a deep breath, I hope I don't regret this. I started speaking, my voice trembling slightly. “My lover, Diego… Mayor killed him as you know. He was taken from me, and now all I want is vengeance. I need your help to make him pay.” Mark studied me intently, his gaze unwavering. “I’m sorry for your loss. But is this what you really want?" I looked away. "Mayor will never let me be free. He loves the power, the control. He'll never leave me alone."

And the sloshy liquid oozing wetness from between the legs, coming not only from Sister Divine's crotch but pressing damply against a moist passionate outflowing from Sister Love. Their hands and fingers trailed down each other's back and along the back of each other's the thighs, and then sought in the other the heat and yearning that ached from within. So urgent. So demanding. So much in need. Was this how love was? Why had she saved herself for so long? As her fingers eased open the sticky black folds of her lover's vulva, it was Sister Love who expressed her concern. "Is this right? Should we go so far? Are we not sworn to Jesus Christ Almighty and Him alone?"

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

It was sometimes very hard for Harvey because both Grace and Joan were in love with him and their parents wanted him to marry their daughter. The difference between these two women is Grace always had what she wanted and her father especially did not help matters. After all, Grace was the only child he had after so many years of looking for a child of his own, and of course he was capable of affording all she needed. After all, he is the governor and a businessman as well. Grace took another step closer to Harvey but was interrupted by Alex. " Grace, Harvey what is going on?" he asked with his head bent down while he was planting like he had been chased by a wild dog. When he was a bit calm

He questioned. " Is it the throne? I'm about to get it, and if you agree to be my queen, then we'd both rule the pack together. Just be mine, and you'd be free." I can't believe that he was trying to bribe me right now. He had got to be kidding me if he thought that I would agree to his deal. " Even in your dreams, I would never love you," I taunted him. " You'd love me, I'll make sure of it," he said and tried kissing me, but I kept on resisting. He didn't give up, and out of disgust, I spat on his face.

my finger trails down the valley between her breasts, deviating for a moment so I can squeeze her left tit softly. I feel her arch into my palm, or try to, but within a moment the ropes are all taught and she has to accept defeat when I let go of her again. My finger continues its journey from her breastbone down the soft skin of her stomach, but I stop short of her pussy, instead trailing a line over her hip and to the ropes that bind her left leg. "Or here."