Arti One Night Stand Novels & Stories

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

Like who goes around these days to stake a claim on a stranger they hardly know just because it the fact that they had a one night stand. A one night stand it is! A one night stand that had led her here,standing to listen to a man who not only was hot but his entire demeanour screamed that he was dead serious on making her his. But boo hoh! She's a human being and not some objects to stake a claim on,so he should stay the fuck away from her or things are going to end messy on his part.

I can see the short hair on the back of his head, his almost-shaved nape, and the curve of his ear. I’m not foolish enough to assign any special meaning to what happened last night. People have one-night stands all the time, and I’m sure few of them think deeply about the act, viewing it as simple gratification. But despite all that, it was special for me. This man found me attractive enough to take me to bed, he took considerable time to give me pleasure—three times—and he was kind and gentle—well, until the end, anyway. As I remember how he lost control and thrust himself to a climax, I get goosebumps all over. I’ll be pressing the rewind button on that memory a lot in the future.

The scene shifts to a luxurious private club. This time, the screen shows only visuals without any sound. Lionel is seen on the screen, drinking glass after glass of alcohol, while Barton sits nearby, seemingly trying to console him. In the next frame, Lionel is passed out drunk. Barton places him on a bed before leaving the room. Shortly after, the door opens, and Riva enters, supporting a heavily intoxicated Flora. Flora appears completely out of it, barely able to stand. Riva removes Flora's clothes, then undresses Lionel, arranging them together in a suggestive position before leaving the room.

“No one came out, so we waited. Then this insanely hot guy walks up and goes inside. I followed him in… and things got real.” “Real?!” she squeaked. “Like, you actually…?! With a stranger?! Did you even ask his name?!” “Nope,” I said coolly. “Didn’t care. I just wanted his sperm. I left a thank-you note and left.” Kezzy grabbed her head like she was about to faint. “You had a one-night stand and dipped?! What if you don’t even get pregnant?” “I will. We went at it multiple times. No protection. I read somewhere it only takes once.”

If I were going to have sex, then I couldn't do it by myself; I needed help. Over at the bar with his head hung low and a whisky glass in hand was a man who looked like something out of this world. I stood at the entrance, my eyes on him as I tried to make out his features through the dull lighting. If I were going to have a one-night stand, then I might as well have it with such a good-looking man. When I slid right by him in the bar, the smell of his cologne hit me all at once. I turned to him, his features popping out to attack me.

Before I could turn to look for violet, my gaze fell on two men and it took a second for me to focus. They were coming close to me with disgusting smirks. Something in my chest suddenly shifts, when one of them reaches for my left arm. I flinch. “Let me go please.” The other man reaches for my right arm, they felt too comfortable and too close to me. I wanted a one night stand but not like this. “Don’t be a stubborn bitch…isn’t this what you came for?” the one holding my right hand said, with his lips leaning onto my ears.

He shrinks under my intense gaze and starts backing away. "Sorry man, didn't know she was with you," he says, letting her go and scuttling away. I watch him leave before returning my gaze to Sophie, standing like a goddess under the shifting lights. My breath hitches, heart skipping a beat as I stare at her. By the gods, she looks absolutely divine.

And sometimes, the best things are born from one night stands. Especially when it’s a filthy rich, arrogant, drop-dead gorgeous son of a bitch who gives you butterflies in your tummy, makes your heart flutter, makes you want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time, and of course, makes you have wet spots in your panties.

“Like you didn’t fuck me and vanish before sunrise? No name. No note. Nothing.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I bit out, even as my body betrayed me, arching into him, soaking for him. “One-night stands don’t haunt people for days,” he snapped, pushing my skirt up. “They don’t leave their scent on my sheets or my mind.” I gasped as he grabbed my thigh and hoisted it around his waist. His hands were rough, desperate..each touch a demand. But his control? It was barely hanging by a thread.