Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

At my pre-wedding blowout, my sister Julia Gallo suddenly challenged my fiancé Lorenzo, heir to the next Don of the Bianchi family, to a "big bet." "Let me guess how many candies you've got in your hand." "Guess right, and whatever my forfeit is, you do it." "Guess wrong, and you're covering all the leftover booze." "I'm guessing... five." She said. Lorenzo opened his right hand. Three. Julia tipped her head back to down the rest of the wine. But then— "You win." Lorenzo pulled his left hand from his pocket. "There are two more. Right here." Julia smiled at him. But tears shimmered in her eyes. She unfolded the note she'd written in advance. "Then I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd actually guess

“My eyes catch the dust.” “Oh.” Renee closed her eyes again, it seemed that the conversation tired her out. “My baby?” “He was a perfect and healthy little boy, his cries so loud that the sisters had to cover their ears with cotton wool while taking care of him.” Renee smiled, trying to open her eyes again. “His name—” “Yes, Renee?” “I prepared the name.” Renee's voice weakened. “C-Cael.” “Cael?” Sean frowned, from all the names, why did Renee choose the name Cael?

Old woman: What's your name young man? Chris: Christopher Hunt ma'am. Old woman: I'm Mallory Stevenson. You can call me Mell. Chris: Okay then you can call me Chris. Mallory: So, what's troubling you so much? If you would like to talk about it? Chris: Oh it's fine. But what do you mean? Mallory: It's written all over your face. I was shocked, she just read my face. Is it that's easy to read my face? Mallory: Is it about a girl?

Don’t miss me much. -V. I am not sure if I should be relieved that he didn’t call me by my name or laugh because we both used the same pet name. Either way, one thing I am sure of is that it’s Game On

Kamilla casually said, unconcerned about the frightened looks around her. "The cannister was labeled with the name poison ivy so they would know who killed them. But leaving a sealed one, full of deadly air, is not in the plan" she looked embarrassed. "You are poison ivy?" Dinara's voice is virtually indistinguishable. "I have a poisonous blood because of my odd DNA" without averting her gaze away from Donny Petrov, she answered Samuel's mother. "Grandfather calls me Poison Ivy" she added. ****tbc****

He is like the last moron on the planet who needs a pack under him. October 11th, 2021 Okay, I can’t do this! I have to tell dad to postpone me and Atlas. Today, he sat next to me in Math! He said, “Hi Marcella.” My name has never sounded so damn good. I want him to say it in a moan. The way he does Marianna’s when he is screwing her. I bet my name moaned from his mouth would be beautiful. Dexter- STOP NOW! I can’t. I’m going to take control and rip this book to shreds. Moaning her name is our job and only our job.

Raven grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. "I thought you passed out." "Not yet." "How's Azzmi?" "Sleeping." Raicko whistled. "She's basically the headline of the night. Everyone keeps calling her The Hot Mrs. Bamford because of that dress." A pause. "Honestly? Including me." Raven closed his eyes. "Raicko." "What? I'm complimenting your friend." "You sound like you're planning a funeral speech." Raicko laughed loudly. "Relax. You warned me already."

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

I covered my lips with my hands… fuck, this is so embarrassing, and I had no more drinks, I can’t avoid the dare. “Go on.” He urged, he seemed so ready for it, and I glared at him. “And make sure to use my name while you do it.” “The game didn’t specify, it just told me to moan.” I argued. “I want you to moan my name out loud.” There was no room for compromise in his voice. As stubborn as always, I cleared my throat as I prepared to moan. “Ahh…” I moaned softly. “Louder.” He urged, his voice a little bit raspy.

"Hey... what's your name, anyway?" "Jasmine. Yours?" "My friends just call me Lo." "Ok. Til tomorrow, Lo."