Booktok Acronyms Dirty Novels & Stories

I say with a small sad smile. "We'll see about that Lameo" Danny says patting my shoulder. "Wait did you just.." I trailed off. Did he just link Romeo and I together by giving us the name Lameo. "Yes I did" Danny says laughing as we get up from the couch not wanting me to punch him. "Lameo is a slang for 'Lame' Danny that means Romeo and I can never be a thing" "Let's bet on it. Ten pancakes single handely made by you" I smirked.

One that seeks for all the tease. A forbidden relationship that challenges how thick the blood really is compared to water. An all-for-the-benefits affair that questions to what extent are you willing to sacrifice for. An action-filled amour that roots to all the corners of the underground society. A match made in heaven for the most odd pair in the world. A love-hate flirtation that tries to deny all the undeniable attraction. A whole messy world of those who dwell and live for the same chaotic ground of politics. A story that will unravel secrets, relive pasts, and show how dirty and utterly pleasurable politics can be; because no matter how you will look at it...

"I am but a vessel for His will. Confess more. Unburden yourself." Her words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered. "I want to be taken, owned. Spanked until my ass burns, then fucked until I can't walk. I dream of dropping to my knees, sucking a man dry while he calls me his slut. God, it makes me wet just saying it." Abram's cock stirred beneath his cassock, thickening against his thigh. He gripped the edge of the seat. "Such thoughts are the devil's whisper. You must resist. Pray with me."

Let them remember. When old Mr. Hargrove cleared his throat and muttered about “lingering reputational risks from past associations,” the room stilled. I felt the old echo—*worthless, inconvenience, trash at the breakfast table*—but it was faint now, drowned out by the steady beat of the life I’d claimed.

The three of them ran toward Klauss' car where Mort and Sumire boarded in the backseat. They quickly entered the phantom car, carrying an enormous book signed and authored by the three of them: Narco, Lyric, and Leroy. It was a birthday gift they made for Klauss, a well self-made scientific book about bacteria and viruses that the three of them worked hard to figure out how to eradicate Klauss's most hated organism. But due to their weak minds in this field of study and they made no effort to understand the complex scientific terms, failed research, they accidentally made a book on how to multiply the bacteria and viruses in numbers. They immediately saw Mort and Sumire still asleep in his a

“Well, okay. But she’s an Ex’d.” “I was never—” “Ex’d—an ex-date. E. X. Apostrophe. D,” I spelled. “Ex-date. Got it?” “What?” he asked, a heavy scowl on his face, his poker face missing-in-action tonight. “It’s what I call them, your previous women,” I explained further. And then I thought, why was I so chatty? Why was I telling him this? It was never my plan to let him know. Then I got it. Ugh. “Sorry. Meds.”

Chapter One – Kayla's POV “Mr. Vance, I can explain—”. “Explain what?”. His voice was low and controlled and that made everything worse. “That you sent three months of acquisition strategy to your boss's competitor? That you handed me everything I need to destroy Marcus Hartley’s next quarter?”. My throat tightened. “It was an accident. I was forwarding documents to Marcus and I must have—I don't know how—I clicked your name instead. It was a slip. One moment of —”.

My legs shook, my knees threatening to buckle under the overwhelming sensation of being filled in both holes at once by this ruthless man. That’s it,” he growled viciously against my ear, his grip on my hair keeping my head pulled back so every moan and gasp was loud and exposed. “Everyone outside this restroom should hear exactly what a dirty little slut you are for me. Scream louder, princess. Let them know who’s ruining both your tight holes.”

Leo sat on the bed, waiting for his mother. --- The cleaning truck stopped outside the penthouse. Alex got out first. Rayn followed. Ethan came last, still scowling under the fake beard. One of Andrew’s men stepped forward. “Who are you?” Alex didn’t miss a beat. “Cleaning service. Your boss sent for us.” The man’s eyes narrowed. He looked at the truck, the equipment, then back at Alex. Something still felt off. “I need to confirm that.” He reached for the walkie-talkie on his belt.

"I know what you're keeping. I just want it noted that when we're rich, I'm going to introduce you to people as Madame E with a completely straight face, and you're going to have to live with that." "Clause nine," Sofia said, when Elena got there. "Read it again." "The founder's security is the family's security. Automatic." "Underlined?" "Bold." "That's not a term, that's a force field." Papers shuffled on Sofia's end, the sound of her reading in bed with her glasses off. "Elena, I've been doing the books at the workshop for a year. These rates are insultingly fair. He's undercharging himself. This is a gift wearing a loan's clothes."