An Immoral Night Manhwa Novels & Stories

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

I was a mistake and as result of a relationship with a rich man who rejected me ,som had to take care of me. This is not the first time I had been thrown out of the house to please my mum's boyfriend but what made it different was that I was never to be seen close to the house again...mum had had enough of me..she said. I was a waste of resources because I refused to give my body to the city's mayor,old enough to be my father. I hated him for wanting me. Mum, encouraged by her boyfriend sent me out for making her loose a client.. Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for.

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

“Does she know about us? About last night?” Silas paused. He rubbed the back of his neck, that guarded look creeping back in. But then he shrugged, like it was nothing. “How will she know?” he said. “It was just a one night stand.” The words hit me like a punch. I felt like I was dying right there. My stomach twisted and my eyes burned but I refused to cry. Not in front of him. This was exactly the kind of mess the girls and I swore we would never touch. Guys with secrets, guys who treated nights like this as disposable. I had broken every rule and for what?

I hugged her with tears falling from my eyes, why would I forget that my friend is someone that’s very observant. “So let’s not change the topic, what do you mean a night of sin if it’s not murder?” “You know I told you about the open marriage he suggested?” “Yes I do and I’m still upset that you got such a pass and you didn’t take it at all.” She frowned. “What if I told you I did it and it felt sinfully good.” “GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” She screamed at the top of her voice..super excitement all over her. “Finally!! Now I understand why you were so happy the other time, you know what? I need the full gist, is he sexy? How many inches is the cookie? Does he last long? Did you squirt all over him..”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

sloppy, continuous, unbroken. Nathan’s hand settled on the back of her head. Ellie didn’t slow down. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her chest. The cock was slick and shiny with her spit; every bob of her head made soft, filthy noises. She stroked the base with one hand while her mouth stayed busy, twisting slightly, never letting the wet seal break for long. Nathan groaned above her. Ellie only went messier, letting more saliva spill, coating him completely as she kept sucking.

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome deeper into the flames... Some marks are permanent in more ways than one. Tonight’s confession belongs to a woman who thought tattoos were just beautiful art on skin. She had no idea they would come alive at night... hungry, possessive, and demanding very carnal payment from her body. This one is dark, supernatural, and deliciously twisted. Here is the confession of “Cursed Ink.” --- **Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 1**