Chaunticleer Novels & Stories

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I want to apologize for the glitch in the previous uploads. Chapter 37 and Chapter 38 may have appeared out of order for some of you, and I am also aware of the error in Chapter 21. I am working with the editors to rectify these issues as soon as possible! Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking with Lorenzo and Chloe. Now, back to the story! The Library of Villa Moretti smelled of cognac, old leather, and secrets.

CHLOE “You’re too vanilla, Chloe. You’re too posh and mighty. You don’t even know how to make a man cum properly. Just missionary, and I’m fucking tired.” Chad's words feel like acid dripping into my veins. That is his justification for cheating on me. The wine glass clicks against the nightstand, empty for the second time in an hour. My skin is burning even though the air conditioner is on. The Vance estate in the Hamptons is supposed to be my sanctuary—a multi-million-dollar fortress where I can spend my post-graduation summer hiding from the wreckage of my life.

ROSALINE So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had. Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest. We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

Eleni I struggle to tamp down my libido as Dante pulls me out of the sculpture gallery. Cal Duncan? Here? With all the champagne, I forgot the day started with his name. For all my research, I haven’t been able to find a picture of the guy, so I have no idea who to look for in the crowd of well-dressed partygoers. “Mr. Cattaneo.” A man with deep red hair and a lilting Irish accent steps into our path. “And Ms. Calimeris. What a pleasant surprise.”

You’ve abandoned yourself to lust and you’re now blowing him with the full intent of getting him off — sucking and slurping his rock-hard length while grabbing at his ass, practically forcing him to fuck your mouth. He’s confused. “Wait, Mary, I’m almost… if you’re not careful I’ll…” he whispers, looking down into your lust-filled eyes. You don’t care. You want your rescuer’s cum in your mouth. You don’t care if he thinks you’re the world’s biggest cum-slut. You don’t care that you’ve both been forced into this situation. You don’t care who’s watching. You just want to give Dante his reward. In another twenty seconds that’s what might’ve happened. But you dimly become aware of a chanting fro

When I looked at Anna, I saw her face go pale and her hands fiddle with the hem of her dress. I looked at the entrance when I heard the shoes clicking against the wooden ground. A dark-haired man made his way through the door with a group of men behind. He had a chiseled jawline with a deep scar on top of his eyebrow. Being such a klutz I am, I accidentally dropped the fork that I was holding a while ago, grabbing all the attention. I looked down at my plate avoiding all the stares that I received. Within a moment, I sneaked a glance to see him looking at me with a grim countenance. His green eyes with a glint of gold at the edges pierced through mine unknowingly making me swarmed with butte

Declan said laughing "Darcy, I think she asked him" I said to him "Yeah and she's also Jeff's date so the three of them came together. I don't see what's the fuss about her anyway" He said shaking the vodka I stole from coach's office. I took it from him. "She's very clingy, so annoying and messy. I guess her head game is still good" I said shrugging "Paul came with Priscella" Serena said laughing and I snorted "The mute guy and the girl who never shuts up. Perfect combination because she talks enough for the both of them" I said laughing then Seth punched me

Tamryn cried out, fingers digging into Dorya's waist. They moved faster. Slick skin on slick skin, pleasure mounting. A sharp breath. A cry muffled by a palm. The air was thick with heat. Outside the door…barely audible…a soft exhale. A whimper. Fingers moving in the shadows. Chantel. She was pressed to the door, listening. Watching. Touching herself. Her breath shallow, her eyes feral with jealousy. The sound of Dorya's cry made her eyes darken.

someone purred, moving to stand in front of me, blocking Matteo from my view. The girl stood way too close to me, her flowery perfume filling up my nostrils. She batted her thick eyelashes and licked her red-painted lips. “I am Scarlet,” she said, slipping on the bar stool next to me. “And you must be Alessandro?” I narrowed my eyes at her and batted her lashes again. “Everyone has been talking about Conti’s son being in town, and these nights it is always the same people attending. I figured the new face might be the guy who is the talk of the town.”

As she offered to share a bed with her, I quickly swore that I would not cross the line. I lay down next to Talitha, catching a faint, sweet fragrance from her that was utterly intoxicating. Celia had a mature charm and poise, but Talitha was youthful, vibrant, and full of energy. I could not hold back myself anymore. I placed a hand on her hip. She did not react, and I gave it a gentle squeeze. She shifted slightly, and I panicked, thinking she might be upset. Just as I was about to pull my hand back, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, closing her eyes softly.