Complete Aspiration Cheat Novels & Stories

Once I was done, Ace placed the glass on the table. "That's not true you know," I finally whispered, my voice held less of a rasp than before, "you could have used cyanide. It doesn't give off an odor and when it does it generally smells like almonds, and it rarely shows up on a toxicology report unless you're testing for it. Plus, it leaves the body quickly so you probably wouldn't even get caught. It would be passed as a heart attack." He blinked, his hazel orbs shining with amusement while the corner of his lips subtly twitched, "Should I be scared that you know that?"

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

he finally asked, his voice low and controlled. Evelyn didn’t respond, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. It was the same nonchalant attitude she had displayed throughout all of this, as though she were untouchable, as though nothing could break her. Ace let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He had expected this from her—her arrogance, her refusal to admit to any wrongdoing. He walked slowly toward her, each step echoing in the small cell, and pulled something from his jacket pocket. It was the same injection Lisa had used on Richard, the one that had put him down. Now, it was Evelyn’s turn.

I open my legs as far as they go and he grabs both of my hipbones and impales me in one hard pump. “Ahh,” I cry out as my body lurches forward in shock. “Shh,” he sooths as he kisses my cheek. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He stays still to let me get my bearings. I slowly lift myself and he slides out and then he slides back home. We do that slowly again and I am blessed with a rush of cream that loosens me right up.

As the wedding date steadily approached, Mason and I grew closer with each passing day. One evening, instead of sending his chauffeur, he picked me up himself and drove us up the mountains until we reached the summit. Pointing at the starry sky, he asked, "Do you like it?" I found the gesture amusing and teased, "Is the starry sky your gift?" He lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and pressed a finger to his lips. I instinctively fell silent.

Add in him rushing to help me find Boots and then springing in to hold my hair back and I’m close to having feelings for him again. Close. But I’m not stupid. I went to MIT, for fuck’s sake. I’m an overall rational person who likes science and technology. I do believe in ghosts and like to think that maybe unicorns and dragons used to actually exist, but that’s as far as my belief in fantasy goes. And believing I could be more than a hookup to Archer Jones is definitely fantasy. “It did take me over eight years of college plus several years as a resident to figure out that vomiting is not a normal reaction of the body when someone tries to kiss you.”

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov Grace's fifth birthday party was winding down. The backyard was a mess of torn wrapping paper, half-eaten cake, and exhausted children running on pure sugar. Grace herself was showing Uncle Cas—she'd dropped the "Lord Castellan" entirely by age three—her new art supplies with the intense focus she brought to everything. "And this one is sparkly purple, see?" She held up a marker. "It's my favorite because it's pretty AND it smells like grapes."

The cheerleaders were challenged with who can sink the ball in the farthest. I’ll admit, I totally cheated and used my wind powers to help the ball along from one end of the court to the net on the other. The crowd burst into cheer the minute the ball hit nothing but net. I laugh at how easily fooled humans are, but Aspen knew. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Now that’s not fair is it,” he whispers in my ear. “Who said I like to play fair,” I reply back. “You’re being an evil little temptress my princess,” he chuckles.

Faster and faster as her climax approaches. I wrapped my finger around the base of the bunch of asparagus and pushed them as deep as I could inside her. I know by instinct that she was teetering on the edge of a mind-wrecking orgasm. I yank all the asparagus from her ass in one swift motion.