Dirty Laundry Book Novels & Stories

She needs to do it neither she likes it nor not, and even if the truth is that she is not know how to clean. She started to clean the dust and dirt on the books. She arranges it alphabetically. She mops the floor. The Library of Randell was inside his room. Before going to his bed spacer, you need to pass his not a small or the big one archive but it's enough for him to walk around in his library while getting or looking for the books that the handsome pirate Randell wants to read in his spare time. I

With lack of better things to do, I carefully climbed down the ladder and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of water and a handful of towels. There were some books with leather covers that would need a damp towel and others were paperbacks that'd just require dusting. I got to work quickly, cleaning and dusting my way through until I came across a book titled, "The Curse of Vlod." The cover was leather and the sides were embedded with intricate silver swirling, making it look like something out of a fairy tale. I immediately opened it and was so relieved it was written in English. I quickly stepped down from the ladder and sat against the wall, going through the pages.

Dark coffee stains spread across the front where Emma had unleashed her righteous fury, and now fresh, darker stains of Elara's blood marked the cuffs and jacket. I couldn't see Vivian like this. I couldn't appear before her looking like I'd just emerged from a territorial skirmish. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her or add even a flicker more distress to her already burdened heart. I ducked into a deserted healer's annex washroom, normally used by off-duty staff. The water from the tap ran bitingly cold against my skin as I frantically tried to scrub the stains from my jacket and shirt. My hands were clumsy with the unfamiliar task. Alpha Kings, especially those who led organizatio

One entire wall was fully occupied with a massive bookcase filled with academic tomes, with titles such as Advanced Calculus, and Partial Differential Equations - A Practical Application. There was one very special volume entitled Differential Calculus and the Search for Intelligent Life. The author was one Dr. Anna Grant. My mother. My lover. The sexiest woman in my universe. I knew that crammed inside the bank of five-drawer filing cabinets were research papers, exam sheets, notes, and files. But one cabinet, securely locked at all times and to which I have a key, was filled with stunningly sexy skirts and blouses, shoes, lingerie, and of course scores of nylons of all makes, styles, sheen

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

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His fingers were definitely going to leave dark prints on my skin by tomorrow. While our tongues tangled, I slowly guided his re-hardening cock back into my wet pussy, earning a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest. God, this man was lethal. Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly got up, scooping my thighs around his arms and carrying me across the room. His footsteps were just as heavy and calculated as his breathing. A sudden, loud crash startled me as books, drafting triangles, and heavy academic binders violently clattered to the floor. Liam had effortlessly cleared his hardwood counter with one sweep of his arm.

My chest is still damp. Streaks of piss and sweat marked her body. I slowly pull out, watching my cum drip from her used pussy. It is white and thick, mingling with her clear juices on the tiles. But we're not done. The ritual escalates. I help her up, both of us slippery. I sit on the edge of the tub. She straddles me, pulling. She is now turned away, with her ass toward my face. I spread her cheeks to see her tight hole and the cum-filled pussy below it.

My frown got deeper, not able to even hold my disgust face. Fatigue was killing me but I just couldn’t. The state of the room should have been a crime. I began ripping off anything that I could rip off; the curtains, the bedding and the awful carpet. I hated going down to ask for cleaning supplies, too many questions would be asked but luckily for me, there was some cleaning detergents under the sink and there was a small dust bin which I collected water in. I took the beta’s body wash clothe and used it to clean the floors. To me, he was dead. I used a brush to scrub hard, literally on all fours for the first two hours of being there. It destructed me from my burning back. It would take a b

It reminded me how much Jay cared. I wore my panties, sports bra, and a pair of shorts. I walked over to his side and wore one of his tees. They were much comfier than mine. Once I was ready, I re-entered his bedroom and all I wanted was to lie on the bed and pass out. But one look at the library reminded me that I had some work to do. I wondered how the hell a guy who was a clean freak could deal with this mess he called a library. I actually knew it. He read lots of books at the same time and managed to lose all of his bookmarks. So he just kept his books open and upside down on any surface he could find. I started sorting them out.