Desi Stories Novels & Stories

Who was I kidding? I won't get out of this cleanly. I was in trouble. I did this to myself and there was no one to blame asides myself and my pussy. Mostly my pussy. I hateed how my lips tingled as I remembered the kiss, wishing he never stopped. I wish we had kissed more and I wished he had fucked me right there in his office. I had always had this fantasy about getting fucked in an office, on a desk, forced to keep quiet but it had never happened and it probably would never happen but I can atleast daydream can't I?

They finally had to leave and he finally had to look at her as they said their goodbyes. Something was wrong somewhere, definitely wrong. The De Leta house was not in any financial crisis that would warrant a political marriage such as this to the De Laton family. All they had was an absurd amount of gold and riches and their stupidly golden blonde hair that was known as a family trait only in their family. She had tried speaking to her father about it and knowing the reason why but he wouldn't answer her.

Diavolo chugged down another glass as he watched the whore in front of him reach to her back and unclasped her bra. She rolled it down her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Her boobs dangled from the result. Usually, he would be impressed but then again, he wasn't. He had met all sorts of women. He had slept with all kinds as well. It doesn't matter how sexy she looked. What matters is if she would be able to take him, all of him for the rest of the night.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

As the prince's sacrifice and the priestess's magic were remembered and celebrated by generations to come, their love and loyalty for each other were an inspiration to all, and they lived happily ever after. When the monsters that attacked the caravans that roam the red desert and stories of spirits that roam the desert, the woman who is the demon of the desert seducing and eating her victims, who find her in the desert, beasts that roam the night, tales of mysteries and stories of hidden worlds. The red desert was a place of mystery and danger, where stories of monsters and spirits were passed down from generation to generation, the most feared of these creatures being the demon of the dese

something else. Kira had always despised Jax—not because he was weak, but because he was everything she wasn't. Where she thrived on control, he embraced chaos. Where she demanded respect through fear, he earned it through cunning. Their rivalry had been a game of cat and mouse, each trying to outwit the other, each time coming dangerously close to crossing the line between hatred and obsession.

“But I just don't talk much about it because whenever I do, people think I'm weird.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on mine. "Mystery is a common theme in ancient cultures," he said. "But if you're interested, I could tell you more. Over dinner, perhaps? I promise, I won't bore you with endless academic lectures. I can make it...entertaining."

"I didn't want to. I tried not to. But I do." His arms tightened around her. "Say it again." "I love you." "Again." She laughed through her tears. "I love you, Drake Montenegro." He kissed the top of her head and held her like he would never let go. --- They spent the rest of the morning on that bathroom floor, talking about nothing and everything. She told him about her childhood, about her parents who had died when she was nineteen, about the years she spent working three jobs to put herself through college. He told her about his father, a cold man who had built the Montenegro empire and then handed it to Drake like a curse. He told her about the loneliness of wealth, the way people always

Desi paused, her words heavy with disappointment. Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk. Fahira choked on the food she was chewing. Darian quickly grabbed a glass of water and helped Fahira drink it while gently rubbing her back. Of course, Darian knew the reason behind her choking. "Easy there, Fahira," Desi said worriedly. The middle-aged woman smiled, witnessing her nephew's gentle behavior towards the woman he married yesterday. Desi still remembered Fahira as the woman she once met at the hospital mosque. Back then, Desi gave her business card to Fahira. For some reason, Desi felt compassionate towards the woman who was crying in her prayers that day, and she briefly considered getting to know her better.

Desi shook her head, her smile widening as the stories grew more outlandish. She felt surprisingly at ease among them, their teasing drawing her in. For a moment, it was easy to forget her past. One of the men leaned closer, lowering his voice. “So, what’s it like working for the boss? Is he as scary as he seems?” he asked with a playful smirk. Desi raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider the question. “Depends on the day,” she replied, eliciting a round of laughter. “Yeah, but he’s got a soft spot, doesn’t he?” another said, nudging her. “Especially when it comes to you.”