Dirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

“I do. But unless you pay back every credit card you used instead of making me pay for it, you're going to take that position.” Reneé pouted, “Come on, I don't wanna be an assistant.” “Fine, then I'll tell father you maxed out one of his debit cards.” Cale stated to her. Reneé was quiet and didn't respond. He then smirked, “And I’ll also tell him that you asked me to pay it all—” “Fine! I'll accept it! Are you happy now?!” Cale simply chuckled. “Dumbass.” Back on Damian and Giselle's old house. Isla was lying right beside Damian while they're both naked, and the only thing that covers their bodies is the blanket.

He was back in seconds, a warm, damp washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. The mattress dipped as he sat beside me. He reached out, his touch impossibly gentle as he wiped me down. The cloth was warm, soothing against my sensitive skin as he cleaned away the evidence of our release. He was meticulous, taking care of me with a level of attention that made my throat tight. It wasn't just about sex for him. It was about the aftermath, the part I usually dreaded, the part where I was left alone to deal with the mess and the memories. "Here," he said, setting the cloth aside and handing me the glass of water. "Drink."

Alex cried out, his voice choking with grief, as the realization sunk in that he would never see his boss again. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *** The following morning, Williams returned home, his heart brimming with pride and excitement over his groundbreaking achievement in discovering the cure for end-stage cancer. But his joy was short-lived as he was greeted with the devastating news of his father's tragic demise. Shock and disbelief washed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him shattered and numb.

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

"What are you talking about?" "Her whole life is a disaster," Dominic said, leaning back against my desk like he owned the place. "She's been bleeding my wife dry for years. Made her sell her jewelry so she could buy designer bags. She pays for male escorts. Throws these dirty little parties. And she doesn't bother with protection. You know she had an abortion recently? Made my wife sit with her in the hospital. I'm guessing the kid wasn't yours." Dominic looked at me while he talked, enjoying himself.

a knack for tricks. Dominic Blackwood ground his teeth in frustration; he had been outsmarted by that little rascal again. If that kid were my son, I would have drowned him in the toilet by now. But just ten minutes later, Zachary White called. "Boss, not only has the money we lost been fully returned, but we also received an extra ten million." Dominic raised an eyebrow. Now this was getting interesting. He initially thought the other party was just playing a prank to pocket the money, but to his surprise, they returned it in full, plus interest. However, he quickly brushed the incident aside. After all, the Python Gang hadn’t suffered any losses, and as for that little brat, he would just

Damian waited for the suit. He gripped angrily at his desk. The cleaner tried her best not to meet his angry gaze. She was quick yet thorough. The faster she cleaned the better it would be for her. Soon she was done and she took her leave. No sooner had she left, than the driver came in with a new suit. It wasn't as grand as the one he had but considering the large crimson stain he had running down his shirt, the new suit was way better. He went to the bathroom and got changed. He didn't plan today like this at all. As he attended to his injury, he remembered the snickering faces of his rivals when they saw him. It angered him and the sting of the methylated spirit on his cheek intensified i

it was remaking us, piece by filthy piece. My body's wrecked, sore in the best ways, but already aching for the next time. Davis's cum still leaks from me, mixed with Nathan's, and Lucy's taste lingers on my tongue. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is alive, raw, desired, utterly claimed. This dark, twisted paradise... I never want to leave.