Alesana Confessions Novels & Stories

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

Grayson’s hand curled around her throat not tight, just enough to make her listen. “She’s never told me those words,” he said. “Not even once.” She moaned. That night became a series of confessions wrapped in rope, whispered through the flick of a riding crop, and sealed in moans muffled by silk. And just when Reyna thought she couldn’t take more the door creaked open. “Mind if I cut in?” Rhea. Wearing red lace and nothing else. Reyna gasped, still on her knees. Grayson’s hand didn’t leave her neck.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

They both shook their head, Alana's lips shook as she tried to speak to me, but I immediately raised my hand to stop her from saying anything further. "But I found something that said otherwise in your phones. It would interest you to know what I had found." My voice sounded calm and collected, but anyone paying close attention would know that it was a forged calmness, it was what one would describe as the calm before the storm. Their both eyes widened as I flashes the phone in front of their faces, and they both went into a sober mood with the speed of lightening. "Asher..... Asher please listen to me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry and I swear I didn't mean to do this." Alana's voice shook as she pl

Alana Dark. Alisa's touch snapped her to reality once again. "Are you sure you're okay?" Alisa's features creased in worry. Valentine smiled genuinely. "Yes. I zoned out again, sorry". "May I know what you were thinking about?" Alisa asked politely. "Alana" Valentine blurted without thinking. She cupped get mouth the minute the words were out. It didn't help that Alisa's smile vanished instantly. "She died a horrible death. Not just her but her babies too. It hunts me sometimes. I see her in my dreams, Val. Falling and crying for help" Alisa's voice was clouded with sadness.

It was a great start to the day, though she was blissfully unaware of the challenges awaiting her. The day before, Alana had returned home in a state of mortification. She couldn’t believe she had overlooked such a crucial detail in her work, and the public correction had stung deeply. Cameron’s argument had only intensified the humiliation, making it seem as if she was unable to admit her faults. That night, while tossing and turning, Alana plotted her revenge. She couldn’t stand the thought of anyone besting her without consequence. Ashleigh, in particular, was her target. As she watched Ashleigh enter the classroom and take her seat, Alana leaned over to Samantha, who was seated next to h

What angers most people is the audio of her asking Nelly to get her wolfsbane and Lizzy's confession of how Alina asked her to make sure Ashanti carried the wolfsbane on her into the hall. It's over. Even her parents are shocked to hear some of the things she has done. “I'm sure the audio and the confession you've listened to are enough evidence that Ashanti did not poison Alina. Alina poisoned herself in order to kill the child in her womb and right now, you're about to find out why she did that.” I look at Kyle again. A few minutes later, Alain makes his way into the hall and I make sure to keep my eyes glued to Alina's face.

She didn’t succeed in driving him away though. “Did Ansel tell you…” he released her, and she was panting as fuck. “…what I told him? Sasha only dipped her chin, dragging her gaze to the ground and away from his face. She shook her head, “No. He didn’t mention anything about you.” He sighed. At least that prick didn’t tell Sasha. Yet. “He told me another truth though. A confession.” “So you two really fucked in this prison, huh?!” Alain narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't need to know that, he was too curious to not ask. “What confession?”

Alexis said with a finality tone. Alexis brought out her phone, and she opened the recording app on her phone, she put the phone on the table, and she sat down and was listening, she even support her chin with her palm, the Assassins sensed that they are at Alexis mercy, and confession is what might gave them a chance to be alive, they all began to say all they know, they even confess to all their crimes, they even gave Alexis the location of the recording they have while the attacked came to sent them off after her.