A Pervert's World Novels & Stories

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

Turning this lady into an enemy is inviting your death. "I'd say it's bending the rules to the limit." That's unexpected... but it's still within my spectrum. Now, reveal your filth! Show me what's behind those curtains! "You'll be joining the Equipoise. An association which fights for equal rights among the three human species..." The equi-what the fuck?! And it seems like a noble cause! Body movements and her aura tell me she's as pure as a child... It may not be as criminal as I thought it would be...

"I'm a pervert. I don't do anything but peek on gals." "Okay, I apologize for calling you a pervert. In our world people like you--" "Like me?" "Yes! Like you who peers at me with lustrous eyes!" "Lustrous eyes you say!" He pointed at his almost golden eyes. "There's nothing that I lust about in you! Someone as highly as me, attracted to you? Let us be real in here, lady. I only wanted to help you. In fact, I only wanted a friend who is not from--"

Whatever you say pervert. I'm not a pervert... " I'm still here alien " he said waving his hand in front of my face. I tear my face from his chest quickly and look at his face.. He had a smirk on his lips.. " hey " I said and looked else where... " oh hi. Are you done fantasizing about my body yet? " he asked and my eyes shot wide opened as I blushed " no.. I...I...wasn't...am...not...oh... " I said and frowned before drinking the water again..

“You of all people should know that in the Mafia world, trust is a currency no one can afford.” His smirk twisted into something cruel. “I must say... you’re too dumb to be called the Mafia Devil.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound low and bitter, watching his arrogance drip like poison. “Only a trap,” I said softly, eyes narrowing. “I really didn’t expect you to fall for it, Siego.” His gaze flickered, if only for a fraction, before he doubled down, voice heavy with disdain. “You’re quite brave to think you could come here alone and walk away in one piece.”

"How dare you? I'm not some whore you can buy! Get away from me!" The word "pervert" hung in the air like a slap, but instead of anger, it ignited me further. Feisty. Resistant. God, that made the chase even sweeter. I straightened, a slow, predatory smile curling my lips. "Pervert? Maybe. But honest. You need money; I need... release. It's a fair trade in a world that's anything but." She backed up, grabbing her bag from the chair, her hands trembling. "Fair? This is harassment! I could report you—ruin you!"

Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother. I cracked it open to see Dante Moreau. Black shirt, pressed slacks, perfectly combed devilry. He had a cup of coffee in one hand. “You look like you survived a very chic apocalypse,” he said. “Thanks. It’s exactly what I was going for.” I stepped aside. He entered without asking. Rude much? “You’re trending,” he said, tossing a newspaper onto the bed. “Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.”

"Everyone, look at this supposedly talented musician, Noah, who's nothing but a despicable pervert!" "You uncivilized woman!" "You pervert!"

I'm a good man, but I'm not a good man and here, in the basement of the nightclub, I dive into the darkness inside me, freeing the refugee animal without any shame. I find myself as I lose myself, sinking deeper and deeper into the lust of sin. There is no woman who can replace my late wife, but every pussy is welcome in my bed. There are no judgments, right or wrong. I fuck. Hard and bad. In private and in public. I'm not a pervert, but there's a reason I'm called a pervert in this world. I have no pity.

The sight of him at this angle is breathtaking, he looks amazing in a suit and social, but in khaki pants and a polo shirt he looks unparalleled, there is something divine in his appearance, something that is making my panties wet again like a hormonally challenged teenager, I am taking everything he is giving me. I control the trembling of my hands as I undo the button of his pants and unzip, maybe I'm doing everything slowly just for the torture, like he did to me upstairs, I run my hand over his erection covered by his boxer briefs, he lets out a tortured sound, I like this moment of power, even though it seems quite painful by the way he is hard.