Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

Why did the girl suddenly disappear from there? “Ahh Lyam, your name is so beautiful. Like that person!” Damian said I held my breath as Damian started to respond to the situation and still didn't forget to massage my feet firmly. “Ahhhh, I expected your voice to be so melodious when you said my name!” Lyam exclaimed, feeling Damian's neck. I pushed back my chair, trying not to throw up this time. “Ahh, if you immediately signed this contract. So I guess I'm free this weekend!”

she yelled back, laughing as she ran. "I’ll slaughter you like a guinea pig if you show your face again!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky before heading back inside, muttering, "What’s with that girl?" He couldn’t help but chuckle. Bisila walked down the street, still grinning. She reached into her pocket, feeling the freshly earned payment. Up ahead, a bar came into view, its large sign glowing: **DONNIE AND THE BAR.** Inside, a few men sat scattered around with drinks, talking loudly. One of them noticed her at the door.

A moan escape Alexia mouth. "Did you just moan, my dear sister." Aaron asks, chuckling. Alexia bit her lip, ashamed she find pleasure in what her brother did. Aaron smirks, on seeing the shameful look she has in her face, he raised her skirt up, "you should stop me Alexia, cause I won't stop." He whispers in her ear, he puts a finger in a pussy, "Stop me Alexia." He said again, adding another finger in her pussy.

Shawn’s expression darkened. He pulled out his phone, but his finger hovered over the screen for a moment without pressing down. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, “Mr. Moore, are you in on this too, playing games with me? Do you think this is funny?” Mr. Moore shivered. He lowered his head as he was too scared to speak. Shawn clenched his jaw. “Do you think this will make me back down first, Samantha?” I smiled bitterly.

“What’s it called?” “I was waiting for you to name it.” She blinked. “Me?” “You’re the heart of it.” She thought for a moment, then smiled. “Let’s call it Steeped in You.” I stared at her. She shrugged. “It’s romantic. A little dramatic. And it sounds like something we’d say at 2 a.m. when we’re too tired to be clever.” I walked over, wrapped my arms around her from behind. “It’s perfect.” She leaned back into me. “You sure?”

I faked a smile, “it was my grandmothers name. She died when my father was young.” Mona nodded, “yeah, I heard about that. My parents both died when I was young too. Didn’t know my biological dad, but my mom was really sweet. My actual name is Morana though. It actually means death or rebirth, but it’s kind of a lot to say. So I kept it short.” Apparently Mona liked to talk. Maybe I could find out more about her. That would mean I’d have to engage in small talk. Ugh, I hate small talk. Okay. I could ask about her human family.

She introduced me to them. I nodded my head at them and they guys all smiled at me. “Guys Penny is a mute well I mean she has no voice but you can use the link.” Angel whispered the last part. I guess all the guys were in the pack. But still did she have to blurt out the mute things. I waved at them and said ‘hey guys, so what’s your names?’ I asked them. They took their turns saying their names. There was, Bobby, Andy, Cody, Rodney and William. They all had a Y except for William. I started to laugh in my head. I'm going to call William, Willy. Now all they boys had Y’s.

"Are you deaf?" He shouted again. Benjamin held the wrist of the man and twisted it in a swift but harsh way. The crackling noise of his bone made me jump on my spot and the rest men watched him, shocked. He got out from his car and Alantino let out a voice under his throat. He recognized, Benjamin as well and he knew it would be bad for him, if Benjamin got angry for his man's deed. He was cursing his man under his breath. "You are Valerie Monaro, if I'm not wrong."

I reached into my notebook and tore out the page I had prepared the night before, the one with my opening line written in clean block letters because I couldn't trust my signing to land the way I needed it to here. I slid it across the counter. I need to see Marcus Donovan. My name is Ava Arande. It's urgent. She read it without picking it up. "Do you have an appointment?" I shook my head. "Mr. Donovan doesn't take walk-in meetings." Her tone was not unkind. "If you'd like to contact his office directly, I can provide you with the general enquiries email address." I held up one finger. She paused, more out of surprise than compliance.