Another Lonely Night Adam Lambert Novels & Stories

Ruby interrupted as Adam came out dragging a big suitcase. "None of your business." After shoving her on the shoulder, Adam rushed towards the door. "Wait a minute! You can't just leave me here alone, can you?" Ruby tried to grab the strong arm but failed. "I'm coming with you!" Unexpectedly, Adam turned around with a cold expression. His jaw throbbed with rage. “You said you wanted to stay here. Do it! No one will throw you out again." "Adam?" Ruby sighed pitifully. She could not hide the worry anymore. Living alone in a cottage in a remote forest was too scary for her.

He’s leaning over Sloane, his hands still holding onto her hips, his massive ten-inch cock sliding out of her pussy with a heavy, wet squelch. He doesn’t even look tired. He looks possessed. "You think you’re finished?" Adam challenges, his voice vibrating in the small space. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of a shaking hand. "I can go all night, Liam. I’ll break every woman in this house before I let you have the satisfaction of thinking you outdid me."

Leonel watched her retreating figure with an amused smile. “What an adorable lioness,” he murmured to himself. He took a sip of his Americano, savoring the taste. It was incredible—especially the aroma. This was the first time a coffee actually made him feel more awake and refreshed. From behind the kitchen door, Livia peeked out and whispered excitedly to Nico, “Bro! Did you hear that? Their convo was full of hidden codes. Just like those 9 p.m. soap operas.” Nico raised an eyebrow. “Like... how?”

Maya sat still for a long time. “You want me,” she said. “Yes.” “One night.” “One night,” Adrian said. “After that, the debt is gone.” Maya looked at the city behind the glass. Her hands were cold. She thought of her father coughing. She thought of her mother crying. She thought of the three days. “I need time to think.” “You have until tonight,” Adrian said. “If you agree, you will receive a message.”

The night had been long for both of them, Lillian opted for a shower to forget that night she let him touch her body again, which was so vulnerable in front of him again and then she lay down, waiting for her tired body to finally fall asleep. Adam stayed in the dark in the living room, on the hard sofa, until some tears rolled down his face, he didn't even remember the last time he had cried. An uncomfortable chill ran down his spine every time it crossed his mind that he might be losing Lillian for good, he knew the twins would always link him to each other but he didn't want that to be it. The taste of her was still in his mouth and the sweet scent of doom that made him heady, growing sof

attention to what anyone said. That in itself was a luxury he wouldn’t have at home, for a disappointed woman was not easy to ignore. Jake ate without tasting his food, wishing he had never come back to Lonesome Dove. It was going to be no pleasure riding north, if Call was so disapproving. He had meant to take Call aside and quietly explain it, but somehow he could not think of the best words to use. Call’s silences had a way of making him lose track of his thoughts—some of which were perfectly good thoughts, in their way. As they ate, the dusk deepened. Sean O’Brien, on the far side of the herd, began to sing his night song, an Irish melody whose words did not carry across the long plain

Moreover, tomorrow she has a show and she needs sound sleep. “Good night.” She bid him with a side hug and left the room. Now it only Adam with that unknown girl in his room. All alone. ****

A young witch looked at Lucas obsessively. "I don't know, maybe the little witch of some family got into debts outside." Another said with a low laugh. "What debt?” "Amorous Debt. Hahahahaha," "Hey, you're right. " Lucas lazily replied to the witches. They lowered their heads shyly."My name is Lucas, from the Blood Moon Clan. I'm here looking for my girl, she ran away after having a one-night stand with me."

A Night Unplanned Elena's POV His lips pressed against mine as he held my hands against the cold walls within the large hotel room. The room was dimly lit, a large king size bed sitting heavily in the middle of the room. At the corner of the room was a mini bar that was filled with all kinds of drinks. The kiss intensed as we both separated, gasping for air. “You’re a good kisser.” His voice was a rough whisper, eyes locked on mine like I was some kind of puzzle he was desperate to solve. Something about the intensity of it made me shiver, but I didn’t want to dwell on it.

And gained nothing. He entered his command tent, larger than the rest, lined with thick furs and iron rings glinting in the firelight. A heavy oak table stood scattered with maps and half empty wine horns. The massive bed dominated one corner, draped in black wolf pelts.Ronan poured himself a horn of dark, bitter wine and drained it in one swallow. Slammed it down hard enough to crack the rim.Silence pressed in.No victory howls. No warm body waiting to soothe the sting.No mate.The word was a knife twisting in his gut.He had everything an alpha should want: territory, wealth, fear, obedience. But no one to share it with. No one whose scent quieted the storm that had raged inside him since his