Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

I admitted and her eyes brightened up as her smile widened. "Thank you, Lotus," She said, closing her book and I clapped my hands happily. "Yes! You won't be recording my life anymore!" I got up and ran to hug her, kissing her cheek. I stood up straighter, smiling, "But I have one request." "Yes?" "Please don't call me Donna like every other person in this place? It's annoying and they don't listen when I tell them to call me Lotus." "Alright Lotus, I think I can deal with that."

It was very appealing! I bit my lip in my teeth and watched as her eyes traced what I was doing with my lip. I then released it and smirked at her reaction. "How about your name and number?" She ducked her head down sheepishly, then tucked her hair behind her ear. She then met my gaze again. "My name is Monique, but you can call me Mo for short. I will give you my number at the end of my shift." She flirted with me. I knew that she was playing hard to get, and I could always compel her, but for once I would just play her game. "When is your shift over...Mo?" I asked in a husky voice.

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

The name seared into his soul, the name he hasn't been able to use in far too long. A tearful laugh bursts out of Samantha, "God, I've missed that." She sniffs, "No one else has been allowed to call me that these last four years. In any other voice, that name sounds punctuated and harsh, only you made it sound like music. And...and I've missed hearing it."

“I’m inviting you to the launch of my company’s new fashion line.” Jayden didn’t even look at the card. “Still not interested.” Donald leaned closer, just enough to whisper but loud enough to hurt. “It’s called MONALISA.” Everything in the room went quiet. Jayden’s lips parted slightly, like he needed air. “What… what did you just say?”

“Moe, thank you.” I curved my lips. “Don’t call me Moe. That’s so dumb. I don’t know why my mother called me with that.” In the end, I even turned into a whisper. Areiza giggled. “I think this name is not bad.” “Hey! Do you think that you are inferior to me in everything and want to supress me in a name?” I raised my eyebrows. She wrinkled her nose, “Moe, you provoked me again. Be careful that I will do bad things again.”

I can't control my moans or the gyrating of my hips against his hard dick now fitted perfectly in my butt crack. It doesn't take long for the feeling of an orgasm to sky rocket through my body. I'm crying out incoherently but I think I hear myself say 'don't stop'. I want more. After all this time, one orgasm isn't enough, especially after it's been so long.

Although she is helpless and unwilling in her heart, she still goes forward and says with a very awkward opening: "I'm sorry" The sound is very small, buzzing like mosquitoes, and may not even be heard by ants. Kinson smiled and said, "Are you apologizing to me?" Mo Han proudly lifted up her head and nodded: "Yes." But no one heard what she said except Mohan . Grandma Mo was helpless and said in a heavy voice: "Mo han, apologize, sincerely!" Mohan shook her head with a grievance: "Grandma, you don't know, this slut... Kinson wants me to kneel down, not simply apologize, which is a great shame for the Mo family'."

The boy he used to be before he became this monster. I shove him with both hands. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Stay away from me,” I whisper, but my voice trembles. Ryder laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Too late for that, Mia. You wrote my name thirty-seven times. Thirty-seven! You’re obsessed.” He skates backward a few feet, arms spread wide like he’s performing for the crowd. “Listen up, Wolves fans! If anyone sees Mia touching herself while thinking about me, please report back. I like knowing my charity cases are staying dedicated!”

"Then why don't you go die?" "Because I still have to find someone." "Find who?" "My wife." Marco froze. Everyone froze. "Wife?" Marco pointed toward the operating room. "Your wife is in there!" "No." I shook my head. "That's not my wife." "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm talking about my real wife," I said, standing up. "Thea Monroe." Marco's face turned purple with rage. "You say this to my face?" "I'm just stating a fact."