Accidental Literotica Novels & Stories

No sign of Eliora. Just a package. Inside: a baby shoe. Lucian’s — the one he lost at the park weeks ago. A note tucked inside. I’m closer than you think.

The computer screen glowed faintly. Adrian stepped beside me. “Did you leave it like this?” “No.” “Damien…” he whispered. I moved to the desk, scanning the files. One document was open on the screen the accident report. The one that almost killed him. “Who opened this?” Adrian leaned closer. “What is it?” “A report from that night.” He looked at me carefully. “Why would anyone ” I stopped him, pointing to a single line typed at the bottom of the page.

“It was a car accident. The other driver ran a red light and barreled into your side of the car.” Ryan’s brow furrowed as he struggled to process the information. He wet his lips as to say something else, but his eyes shut again. Tally thought he had slipped back into sleep. Tally left him to rush over to Brenda. Shaking her awake, Tally urgently whispered, “Brenda, he’s waking up! Ryan is awake!”

Nuala said while pointing her finger to the coat before going to the cashier. Her daughter's denial is cute and amusing at the same time. She’s really an adult now. After hours of shopping, they decided to have some coffee at the nearest shop. There, the trio talked about a lot of things including Enya’s first love. Meredith is the one to open the topic. “Enya, I bought a book about literature. And guess who the author is.” With a confused look, Enya answered. “Who?” Her mother took out the book and showed the back cover to her. There was a black and white photo of the author. The handsomeness is still there even though he’s already aged.

But I couldn't get rid of the thought. I went to the guest room. His room. It was neat, his suitcase was mostly unpacked, While on the nightstand sat his laptop. My heart hammered as I opened it. It asked for a password. On a whim, I typed in his mother's name. *Maya.* It was Incorrect. I tried his birthday but it was the same. I thought for a moment, then typed *M11kyWay* the name of his childhood dog. The screen unlocked. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was drowned out by a stronger wave of need. I opened his browser and checked his history from yesterday afternoon. The usual sites... and then a string of entries from a site called *Literotica.com* My pulse quickened.

They drove in comfortable silence with occasional bursts of chatter and after an hour or so, they had finally arrived at their destination. Steve kept shifting his glance, tapping his foot looking every bit as nervous as he felt and Liza couldn't help but find it cute. Their destination was in a secluded part, a little way from the highway but still full of life. People called it 'Literature Lane', which could only be described as a festival of literature. There were huge banners of books and below those banners, people were enacting scenes from books or were reciting them, she also a book discussion group somewhere. The books were from almost all the genres, from classics to contemporary, p

My vision became blurry—I felt like I was going to cry. Just then, the lock on the door clattered. I got up to see what was happening when I ran into Mason, who turned the corner with a bouquet of roses. He looked flustered as he hurriedly hid the flowers behind him. Then, looking a little upset, he said, "I'm sorry for waking you up, angel. I wanted to give you a surprise." I cocked my head and smiled at him while glancing at the flowers. The bouquet was so huge that he couldn't even hide it.

“Coffee.” These two stewards were too busy nudging their offerings when both cups spilled on Zac . It was that time that they realized what they had done and were embarrassed by their behaviors. Even Zac was astounded. He never dreamed of being in this scenario either. It was either these two ladies had a fetish for a weakling or they got bad eyes and needed to see an optometrist when they land in New York. “We are very sorry,sir! I am gonna get you a shirt...”

I said and Jessica giggled. Nearing midnight a lot of people were already passed out, I saw Martha entered Jessica's room, Valentine went to sleep with some friends he met before coming to my matriculation I guess they all want to give me a moment alone with my devil. Since I didn't drink much, I was wide awake and also having devil beside me made it impossible to sleep. "Thanks for today, for your great pretend." I said as we both lie on the bed. "Pretend? Pretend? Cupcake after many self-evaluations I realised that irrespective of whatever am suffering, be it the trauma of my parents' death or the guilt or the fear of losing you too, you are the cure of it all.

Just honest surprise. Before he could say more, the waiter returned, carefully placing a plate of lemon-seared salmon with truffle risotto in front of me, just the way I liked it. A glass of chilled white wine followed. The waiter gave me a polite smile before gliding away again. I took a bite. The flavor hit me with a rush of nostalgia...and irony. Everything on that plate screamed old Katie. The one who had everything but owned nothing of herself. “So,” Volkov drawled between bites, his tone sliding back into that confident silk, “you’re saying you’re free now. No family strings, no clingy ex-husband. Just you. That’s… incredibly dangerous.”