Accidental Literotica Novels & Stories

She could not answer and waves her right hand in the air to signal that she is fine but as soon as the blanket fall, she vomits all the content on the car seat and pass out. The car stops to a halt and the driver quickly rushes out, they have avoided the spot light and have drove to the under ground packing lot, The Weitheimers family have been called and those who have arrived at the party left immediately to where they all agree to meet which is the parking lot. Arton already calls their mother.

Until one day Joe was rummaging through my closet and she found them, she did not really like reading books, even till now, but she read mine and then shared it with other kids of my school without me knowing. Some weeks later, people were coming to meet me, telling me how good of a writer I was. Now, you can imagine how utterly confused I was at that point until Joe opened up and told me she read my book and how she actually enjoyed reading it. And then after that she advised me to go into writing and after high school I majored in English. During my first year I published my first book which made a lot more than I expected. By the end of my college, I published another book.

"I get it. But hey, maybe you just need to meet them in person. You never know, you might click with one of them." I shrugged. "Maybe. But then I think about Sarah..." Cameron's ears perked up. "Sarah? Who's Sarah?" "Sarah's the girl I accidentally hit with my car a few weeks ago," I said, wincing at the memory. "I was driving home from a meeting and didn't see her crossing the street. It was a pretty bad accident, but luckily she's okay." Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's crazy! I had no idea."

It felt like he sensed my discomfort because he began to feel around the hem of my dress, searching for a zipper or buttons. “How does this come off?” he asked, laughing softly. “Oh—” I responded, instinctively pulling the dress over my head, not even realizing I was left in nothing but my bra. I didn’t have a fancy lingerie set where the bra perfectly matched the panties, but in that dimly lit room, bathed in the soft, red glow of the LED lights, I figured it didn’t matter. The lighting was low enough that he couldn’t make out the mismatched pieces, and I felt a strange sense of relief. For a moment, I allowed myself to just focus on the way the moment felt, rather than worrying about perfe

Hey Wonderful readers. (Besties) Can I call you that? I hope you let me do so because you have helped me become a better writer and I am so happy to have you in my community This is to joyfully (With as much glee as I can muster) announce that this is book two of Accidentally Married. (Drum Rolls Please)

he said again After a minute of stares, he reach to open the front seat door for her and watch her get in reluctantly First mission accomplished easily, now the second part would be easy. ~ "Just a ride won't hurt" Yasmin assured herself as she get in and try to relax with him. The drive start and she wish it would end soon as awkward air flow between them. Ten minutes to the ride, they got into a little accident and the car jerk back and forth simultaneously Yasmin gasp in shock at the sudden accident and when she recover she glance to see what they hit "Is it a person?" She asked out of fear

I nodded and let him. Linda was about my uncle's age, so I knew she would not be making any advances toward me. "Alpha Nikolas, Novel was my good friend, and we grew up together," she started, and I leaned back in my swivel chair behind my desk, looking at her on the couch. "Ace wolves have certain challenges that we have learned to manage in Brooksbridge," she said, trying to find the right words. So to make it easier on her, I asked her to speak freely, and she thanked me.

He shook his head and attempted to keep scrolling but that was halted when he knocked his coffee over with his elbow. "Shit." He cussed and bent over to retrieve the cup. What Mark did not know was that the coffee spill on the laptop's mouse had caused the sensitive pad to malfunction and send the automated email to Lily Johnson with a click of the 'application approved' button on the screen. He pulled his phone out and emailed Kim, telling her when she was supposed to show up. Closing his laptop, he went to get a mop to clean the mess he had made. If only spilling the coffee was the only mess he made.

He looked at him for a long moment, at the man across the table, at everything in his face that was showing itself without permission or management, and felt the full weight of the moment settle into him the way real things always settled, completely and without drama, finding the place they were always going to find. He thought about a bar in a rough part of Red City and a stranger who sat down beside him when no one else would. A hotel room and a hand on a wrist and the word stay. Gates and walls and gardens and a hidden space that only two people knew about and a key left on a desk without a note. Eight-minute arguments and bread torn rather than sliced and a lamp positioned exactly right

The window of opportunity had suddenly narrowed, forcing an immediate, improvised encounter. He watched as Whitney got her food two blocks from the office, engaged in what he clinically registered as a "gross flirting fit" with the server, and then launched into an unusually long conversation on her phone for the walk back. Her attention fully consumed, she hurried along the pavement, a half-full coffee cup balanced precariously in her hand. ​This was his cue. The seasoned warrior had to become the perfectly timed, clumsy human distraction. This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow.