Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

I moaned without thinking. “Huh?” he said, pausing briefly. “Shawn.” “Huh?" I muttered, confusedly. “My name is Shawn.” he breathed. “Say it. I wanna hear it.” “Shawn…” I whimpered. “Louder.” “Shawn!” I cried, right as my climax shattered through me. My body trembled, clenching tight around him as he growled, losing control, and filling me with every last drop of his seed. My mouth parted in a silent moan, back arching one last time before I collapsed on the bed.

Dastan’s piercing gaze left Moza absolutely zero room to maneuver a lie. Trapped within her mounting anxiety, she was forced to firmly shake her head. "Kay is not my ex-husband's name," Moza murmured, straining with every fiber of her being to keep her cadence perfectly stable. "Then who exactly is he? It is logistically impossible for you to repeatedly mutter a specific name without a compelling reason," Dastan interrogated, pressing closer until his hot breath brushed the sensitive skin of her face.

Her face looked all serious, causing me to swallow the invisible lump in my throat, because I guessed that whatever she wanted to say to me was something that might break me. Still, I braced myself. Well, I thought I did, until I heard what she said. “I don't think your Grandma is going to last long”. {Batum, Batum, Batum} I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead and slide down my temples after I listened to what she said to me. “What-”. I stuttered, as I tried to find the right word to say. “What do you mean?”. I asked her. “I am afraid that your Grandma is suffering from a sickness called worrisomnia”. She said to me.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

It's not like Riffen is overconfident but it can happen, nothing is impossible. Doris was reminded of her name, so she sneezed continuously, she sneezed so much that her nose turned red. - Someone must have said something bad about me. Doris didn't pay much attention, she continued to do her job.

"I asked a question, why are you answering me with another one?" I was the one in the front and I turned back when I asked him that, arms akimbo. "Pele, Mabinu Aburo." I glared at him and he chuckled. "What exactly do you want Moji, you don't want cute, you want baby and now you dint want Aburo. What do you now want oo?" "My name." I replied, pressing all the fingers on my right hand together for emphasis. "Just call me my name. MOJI! it's that simple."

“And did it bother you when they tease you about your name?” “Hmmm, sometimes it did, but then I can't hate my name right?” “That's the spirit, who cares about people's opinion” I smiled at her “So when will you tell me yours?” “My name?” “Hmmm, I want to know your name too'’ “I don't think my name is important though but yeah I'm Deon Calign” “Why do I feel like it sounds familiar” “Nhhh it don't” I waved it off and finally stood up after gulping down my wine,

Yohan's voice was hoarse. "What you said was right. That's why I only wanted to take good care of myself now," I said. "Have your memories returned to you, Naomi?" Yohan's tone was more careful than I'd heard before. "I've never lost my memories from the start. We'll meet in the courtroom in a month. Also, don't bother thinking I'll come back begging for you after I recover my memories," I gritted. "Things have ended between us for good." I could hear something glass-like breaking from the other end of the line. Without waiting for his reply, I ended the call and blocked his number. I would only contact him a month later.

“My dear, we named you Melea York. You…” No matter what, the Foster family called her Joy, and that was her name for fifteen years. Asking her to change her name back was a little… “It’s fine, Mom. Call me Melea,” Melea said. After all, she had already cut ties with the Foster family and was no longer a part of them. Naturally, she was going to use the name given to her by her biological parents. Angela was so happy that she nodded. Suddenly, she looked at her legs. Among the information she collected, it was mentioned that Melea’s dream was to become a dancer.

Moore The pain from the sudden whip tore through me, momentarily drowning out the relentless vibrations tormenting my core. I gasped sharply, forgetting to suppress my moans, and instead let out a guttural cry. "One—" "Don't count!" he barked, his voice slicing through the room. I bit down hard on my lips to hold back my tears, the metallic tang of blood quickly spreading. His order left no room for defiance, yet I couldn’t let my thoughts remain unspoken.