Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

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."

The word becomes less of a protest and more of a moan. "Dorian. Oh, Dorian." That moan again, the one where she moans my name, is the one that kills me. It’s the one I use to mock her, but it's crazy how insane it makes me, hearing it come out of her mouth. I suck her clit into my mouth, and thrust my fingers inside her until her legs are quivering and she’s calling out my name over and over like it’s the only word in the English language she can remember. I plunge my tongue inside her sweet entrance.

I let out a moan. “Please, Red…” I uttered almost breathlessly, tilting my head back. “Don’t torture me!”

She nodded. "So did he tell you his name?" She nodded again. "Yeah. He said his name is Dreidan Mochino. Well I've heard of a name similar to that, I just can't trace it back. What's with the interrogation sweetie? Is anything wrong?" I shook my head in denial. "No mom. I'd just be in my room if you need me." I said kissing her cheek and heading upstairs. Oh Mr. Black, what are you getting me into?

My name… My name is written in bold ink on the skin of his cock! “Oh God”I moan out in horror and awe as my hands fly out to my mouth as I shake my head in disbelief. “Not God! Me! Am your God so say my name”He says and my breath leaves my body in one violent pull, like the air’s been knocked clean out of my lungs. My mind blanks for a second no thoughts, just heat rushing everywhere at once. I stare, frozen, because there’s no mistaking it. That’s my fucking name!

James’s eyes lit up instantly, his wet hair plastered to his face, but when the butler spoke, his gaze dimmed again. “Mr. Hudson, you can forget about it. No one in the Sloan family wants to see you, and don’t expect anyone to reveal the whereabouts of the young lady. Mr. Sloan would advise that if you have too much time on your hands, you can head back to the office.” James’s eyes narrowed. He was about to speak when a sharp ringtone pierced through the rain, coming from his pocket. The butler ignored him and closed the door. James stood frozen for a long moment before pulling out his phone. The moment he answered, his mother’s shrill yelling cut through the line, “You wretch! I’ll kill you

After listening to her response, Aarya danced mentally and said "Soon 'BELL'" Mohini tore her gaze from the delicious cupcakes as she looked up at him confusedly and then asked him, "Why do you always call me Bell? My name is Mohini and my near one calls me MOHU not Bell" Mohini waited for his response and then again her attention went back to the table as she looked down at the box of cupcakes. "Because your name rings like Ding-dong, ting-tong in my ears and mind like a Bell that's why I like to call you BELL", Aarya said and she nodded hesitantly and mentally noted that Aarya was a creepy young boy.

“Look, I get that you want to do everything that Daren said, but I stand by what I said, you and I can never be friends,” He didn’t look offended, he had that same cocky smile that made me want to pull out his teeth. The thought alone filled me with excitement, imagining what it would look like for him to walk around with gums and no teeth. “Mo, I…” “You call me Monique, friends and family call me Mo,” He raised his hand, “Monique, Daren may have initiated the actions, but you are a really cool person and I don’t mind hanging out with you,”

I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning at each of his heads. *PAK* My vision almost went dark from the force of his slapping me, I felt a little dizzy, my eyes rolled, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Moan my name my love, don't make me angry! MOAN!" He squeezed my chest and I moaned in pain.