Novel & Cerita Adult Stories For Women

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

The elder must have seen it on my face because she sighed. “Fine. Here, then. But you will wish I had waited.” “I wish many things. Speak.” Cassian’s eyes shifted to me. The old woman lifted her stick and tapped it once against the floor. “In Briar Glen, we kept stories the wolves tried to burn out of us.” The nearest villagers quieted. Some looked uncomfortable. Others looked scared. The elder continued, “Stories of Queen Amara. Not wolf stories. Human stories.” Kaeron, from the doorway, turned his head.

The touch lingers. I shift, pressing my thighs together. My pussy is already getting wet. This is ridiculous. They’re just being nice. But my body hasn’t been touched properly in weeks, and something about the way they look at me—like they can see straight through my polite smiles—makes me clench. Clara sets her wine down and scoots closer on my other side. “Let’s help you relax. Tell us what you really need out here.” The conversation drifts. They share stories about the other wives in the neighborhood. The secret parties. The way certain husbands travel and certain wives… entertain themselves. Their laughter is low and knowing.

“No, please do not leave because of my mistake. You both have been so helpful and polite today. I just feel so embarrassed. My husband barely looks at me anymore and I got lost in the moment. I have not felt desired in years and then you two showed up being so nice and energetic.” Miguel smiled softly. “You do not have to explain anything to us. You are a very beautiful woman. It is completely normal to have needs. We understand more than you think.” Jake finally relaxed a little. “Miguel is right. You deserve to feel good. It is a shame your husband leaves you alone so much. If you ever need company or extra help around the house, we can come by anytime, even after hours.” I felt my cheeks

I smiled faintly. Only Atlas could make something that simple sound reassuring. For a few moments I stared down at our joined hands, gathering my thoughts. "My mother used to tell me stories when I was little." The words felt strange coming out of my mouth. It had been years since I had spoken about her to anyone. Atlas stayed silent, giving me room to continue. "When I was younger, before she died, she used to tell me stories almost every night. Most of them were about powerful women. Healers. Travelers. Witches who protected people. Women who carried secrets that were important enough to guard."

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So i take her in my arms while putting her in my lap. "Easy girl, take a breath, I'm here for you!" I mumble in her ear and she relaxed a bit. "I don't know exactly what the gift is John, only what some older kids told me, some were bragging about it how nice and good it felt but at one evening a girl also received her B-day gift from the High priest in his bedroom and i overheard him saying about his special gift to her but....but....i heard her cry and...and scream like she was in pain and...and i heard him growl loudly and than i run away scared as hell.....and know it's my turn, tomorrow night he will give my my special gift that will make me a real woman he told me!" And she shivers.

She was glad that there were no unmarried women. The women chatted among themselves as they spoke about sex, men, and pleasure. Both Vampires and Werewolves women bonded well by sharing their experiences with each other without any differences or boundaries. The lady's chambers were filled with loud laughter, chatter, and craziness. The wine was served for them to enjoy while chatting. They spoke about men, food, clothing, make-up, jewelry, and kids. And even their evil mother-in-law and their sister-in-law. "This is so weird yet informative," Adira started.

I am starving! We were currently at a women-only gathering, and they were extremely saucy stories. Who would've thought even mates would complain so much about their partners? According to earth books, I used to think wolves were insatiable, but here we were, these women saying their men weren't performing in bed anymore, girl! How sad, really. It was not as if I was any better 'cause I had been very celibate since I got here, and it seemed I would be until the end of time.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?