Delight Stories Novels & Stories

Something about this new presence mixing in with her made him jump to his feet though. The woman clad in black sat alone at the bar, a choice she'd made, sipping her vodka cranberry scrolling aimlessly through social media waiting for Suzie. She was actually not in the mood to mingle with the opposite sex at this very moment, the fact was she had three very 'serious' relationships over the past two years and nothing had come of any of them. She was fresh out of relationship number four. The woman was never one for brief flings, she was in love with being in love and was looking for her prince Eric. Ever since she was a little girl her mother had always promised her she'd marry a prince a

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

Delight's body trembled. "Are you okay?" Alexa asked. "Stay away from me." Delight said in a strained voice. "Delight?" Alexa called. "Go! Leave now!" Delight yelled and Alexa ran out of the office. Delight held her chest. Her wolf was struggling to take over. Her eyes were glazed and her canines grew out. Alexa ran upstairs to Marvel's office to let her know about the situation. "What is it?" Marvel asked to see Alexa burst into her office without knocking.

She kept staring at him, so she didn't notice that she was up next. He slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers, his deep topaz blue eyes staring intently into hers, his long lashes slightly fluttering. "You're next" he said briskly with a voice that most definitely matched his handsome face. She heard him but couldn't tear her eyes away from his. He sighed and covered her eyes with his hand, leaning forward and whispering into her ears, "If you're going to stare so blatantly, daughter of the De Leta family, you may as well do that after your turn in line." She retracted from his touch and turned away, walking as fast as she could towards the room she was meant to go into. Her face burning hot, h

⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal. “I’ve been looking for you,” she told Elena. Confused, Elena accepted the journal. Inside was a handwritten note. Stories have a way of finding the people meant to tell them. The journal had once belonged to the bookstore’s original owner, a woman who had spent decades recording the love stories of couples who met among the shelves. There were stories of first glances, second chances, impossible distances, and lifelong promises. Dozens of them. Some joyful. Some heartbreaking. Every one unforgettable.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

“The lie?” “The fairytale ending is not what I'm getting from it, no knight or Prince is waiting at the end of the night. It's a one-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it's a lie. A complete and total lie. I’d rather have the truth than that.” “Interesting.” Then he starts to make a move slowly inside me, and I gasp. “Ahh, so you're not in pain anymore.” He thrust inside me, moving in and out slowly each time driving my arousal higher.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Handler pressed a button. Two thick motorized dildos rose from the bench. One slammed into her pussy, the other into her ass. They started fucking her at different speeds — one deep and slow, the other fast and shallow. A strong vibrator pressed against her swollen clit. Handler stood beside her, stroking his cock. “You don’t get to rest anymore, #47. This is your new life.”