Dirty One Liner Novels & Stories

I take orders slowly and not in the normal jovial way. Richard complained a lot of time about how slow I was today, threatening to make me lose my job. I laughed internally, a job? What the fuck is a job when you are living alone. When no one wants to associate with you. When people you associate with either gets hurt or dies. What the fuck is a job. I managed to finish the day's job, even though Richard was not satisfied with my service. At the end of the day's job, I went to rinse my face as usual but when I wanted to dry my face I couldn't find the handkerchief.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

I'm dying that's what's happening right now I'm dying I continue to twitch and shake feeling helpless and in utmost bliss. Opening my eyes there's light. Oh my god, I'm alive. Sweet Jesus that was the best head I have ever had and if I didn't feel drained I would ask for more. Looking at Daniel he winks at me as he licks off leftover pussy and honey juices on his lips "And forever, Nina," he says winking at me and I blush. My lips still feel sticky as for my body he licked the honey clean leaving marks here and there. His claim on my body in pink and purple marks

"Joshua you have a million in the account, there is no more money, I can't send you any more for now, I think that enough is that is a million, I don't know what the hell you do to spend so much money in such a short time and keep that, because I'm not going to give you a single penny more." "Diane one million? do you think one measly million is enough for everything I need? You are completely crazy Diane, I really can't stand you, you know what, you have until your wedding day to get me all the money, I really can't stand you anymore, or else I will make your life so miserable that you will regret you were born.

he said letting out a long breath. " This is serious, do you know about a stone that absorbs scent?" Sabrina asked. " A stone?... Aaha... Yes, it is a rock. It is called magrid but they also call it Scented rock. Yes, that is what they call it. It has no scent but It neutralizes all other scents, making a person scentless" he said. " Why do you ask?" " I am looking at one right now" She pictures it and sends it to him. He gasped

Time to end this one way or another. ***

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

They passed through a few persons who casted weird glances at them. Finally, she turned the door of a room open and moved to the side. Turning to Isha, she said “Clean up, and change into that.” She moved her head to indicate a black thin strapped dress on one of the many beds in the room . “There's so much to do. You have five minutes.”

It’s a delicious torture that leaves me breathless and wanting. When he finally pulls away and I’m dazed, my body is humming with a restless energy. He takes a step back and allow his eyes rove over me, then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans so that his knuckles brush against the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen. "These," he says, his voice low and husky, "have to go."

I felt incredibly small. That was when I saw it. The dirt in the garden below was moving. A moment later, a weird, ugly, lizard-like creature with lumpy skin that matched the gravel path popped out. An Earth-Scale Newt. I’d heard of them. Southern packs used them for sending messages no one else could intercept. It stopped right below my window. Tied to its back was a small metal tube, a sleek black credit chip, and a smooth, grey river stone. My omen sense prickled, the same feeling I got when poison was near. This was trouble.