Affair Stories Novels & Stories

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

Aria’s POV By nightfall, the tempest was no longer just in my head- it was all over the place. The gossip weblogs had gone from murmurs to yelling headlines, and Justin was the one serving them. Stories about my "secret affair" with Aaron were increasing like wildfire, each one worse than the last. Some alleged I'd been cheating for years, others implied I'd only married Justin for the family name and money before laying my eyes on his brother. I sat curled on the sofa in the guest suite Aaron had demanded I use for my privacy, my phone placed on my lap. Each headline felt like a brick thrown at me, stressing something I didn't even know was still fragile.

I say. I am not going to admit to having an affair with Damon, although sleeping with him does not mean that I am having an affair. It is just a sexual thing between us. An affair is when people have feelings for each other or are more than just bed buddies. I believe an affair is where there is a lot of emotion involved, and I am protecting my heart. In my eyes, we are only having sex and not an affair. Well, some people might see it as an affair, but I don't. My interpretation of an affair is much different than most people's, I believe. Besides, to have an affair, you have to be married or something. That is what I believe. Sienna and Mike had an affair because Mike was married. I am hav

Nana said, "Will loves Maria. I know what the news is saying, but come on. He's just not the man that they are painting him to be." "Maybe not," Papa responded, a little anger coming out in his voice, "but they keep saying that he had some kind of affair. If he did that then maybe we don't know him. Maybe we never knew him." I'm sure Nana was about to object, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was angrier than I ever remembered being, and it gave me courage. I knew what affair meant. It meant that dad didn't love mom anymore and that he was sleeping with someone else. I didn't understand sex yet, not really, but I knew that affairs were Bad and Dirty and that people who had them killed their

“You’re a liar!” “You wanna bet?” Eric asked, arching one dark brow. “When they were married, he betrayed your Mommy with Eve. Do you know what an affair is? What it means to cheat?” “Like in a game or on a test?” Parker inquired curiously. “No honey, not exactly.” Eric corrected gently. “When two people are married, they promise they’ll only…” He paused to search for a toddler-appropriate term, “kiss each other for the rest of their lives. But Cheating is if one of them breaks that promise and kisses someone else, and an affair is when they keep kissing that other person for a long time.”

Swati remarked "You have no idea how concerned I was. It is dangerous to travel around on your own, especially if you are unfamiliar with the area. Why are you so flushed in the first place?" "It's a long story," I said, "but I'll tell you later." I searched the area but couldn't find the tall stranger. "We're leaving now, let us go," Swati remarked. I gave a half-hearted nod. When we arrived at our house, I told Swati the whole story. She was staring at me, speechless. "Are you sure you didn't make this all up?" she inquired. "Let's face it, I wasn't that inebriated! I received a marriage proposal and was twice saved by a HOT guy! All of this happened in a matter of minutes. Oh, my goodness

Hailey Warren interfered and gently scolded her brothers as she was also feeding her four sons with her husband. "Copy, sis. Stop bothering me, Hunt." I went silent for a few minutes, realizing that the man whom I had a one night stand with, isn't Hugo Warren and was his twin brother instead. I was trying to process the information that creep to me and I almost felt the hair on my nape raising when I realized one thing. Did I just cheat on my future husband with his twin brother!? I immediately stood up from my seat and run inside the house towards the kitchen. I felt my stomach flipping and I throw up at the sink. My tongue felt bland and my stomach grumble, probably because I was nervous a

She crawled towards the fence and jumped over the fence, while trying so hard to avoid getting seen. As she rounded the corner and walked down the bustling streets of New York, she began to realize how her life followed the same pattern. She always find herself falling with the wrong type of guys, they were either players, bad guys who didn’t want to commit, guys who are either too controlling or who didn’t care at all. She was once engaged to guy and a night to the wedding, he slept with her bridesmaid. And now a married man can be added to her list of men. She couldn’t understand why she had bad luck in men.

Bella places her hands on the table and leans in closer to him to hear the full story. "Why do you look so happy about it?" "About what?" "My wife's affair," He frowns and she chuckles. "It's just...It's not like that." "You really despise me, don't you?" "No sir I just want to help you-" "I saw my wife kissing another guy," He speaks up changing his posture awkwardly. "That's pathetic." "I agree with you for the first time." "Do you happen to know him sir?" "Yeah. He's that singer...What's his name again...James I guess?"

“I did not complete the sentence, because Gahn held my face passionately and planted her lips on mine for almost ten seconds. “Can you keep a ecret, Pierre?” “Yes,, sure… why not?” I asked while staring at her lips. “I don’t ever want another person to know about us and our affair… please.” I breathed deeply and looked away for a moment, while the standing fan blew Gahn’s hair across her face. The next moment, thoughts of Swiss chocolate filled my mind, and I even remembered the taste of Elo’s skin. “Sure, no problem. What happens in Old Boys Hostel, stays in Old Boys Hostel.”