Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

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.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our next lot is…" I couldn't hear a word the auctioneer was saying. I just stared at her. She felt my gaze and turned her head to look at me. Our eyes met, and a cold smile touched her lips. I stood up and walked toward her. "Blair." "My name is Blair," she admitted. "But I don't know you." Before I could say another word, the auction bell rang. Stephen raised his paddle, throwing out millions like they were candy. "Five million."

Of course, for him—who desperately wanted to find a way into the stronghold of the demon princess and prince—this was a golden opportunity. “Me? My name is Mo Tianmo! Come fight me!” the man said, stating his name with a smug smile. The expressions of all the demons in the arena changed upon hearing the name Mo Tianmo from that demon man. Whether this man was arrogant or simply unaware of the significance of the name he had spoken, in the demon world, no one had ever dared to add the word “Tian” to their name. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to—it was that they were afraid, afraid of offending the name of their own demon god.

“Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!” I yelled.

Trenda Pov. "Tendra, the name is Tendra, "I moaned out, my body burning with desires as my breath became so heavy. Good lord, this man here knows how to handle a woman, and even if I would love to resist all of him, I don't think I will be able to. He smirks immediately. I told him my name and then Let go of me, causing me to be left with desire that was ignited in me by this damn arrogant jerk.

Come early ' ' Can't wait to hear you moan out my name and keep it in mind that you'd be fixing the condom and I'll be fixing me into you' Literally, My heart stopped beating.

Caught off guard by his remark, I stammered, "I-I... well, that's not... I mean… I did not." Dorian's laughter rumbled in his chest, a deep, melodious sound that washed over me like a gentle breeze. "Don't tell me you're shy now," he interjected, his voice rich with affectionate mockery. "You weren't shy a few hours ago, were you? I distinctly remember you moaning my name."

Along with this earning a loud moan. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh Xavier." "I love the way you Moan my name....it perfectly suits from your beautiful lips" he said against my skin as I felt him smirking near my cleavage. "Xavier.... Please NOOO-" I said while my hand were pushing him slightly and tears were cascading like a water fall. "Whg....?? It's just a starting baby their is a lot to feel. Don't pleaded it now. Let me play with yoh for sometime."

I was still a little embarrassed by the scare he had given me, so I tried to change the subject. “So. Should I keep referring to you as Kat’s brother, or do you have a name?” He laughed again. The gravelly sound of his voice vibrated inside me and made my lady part drip. Why the hell was my body reacting so strongly to him? That bastard was too sexy for his own good. “Now you want to exchange names?” The coffee stealer chuckled and looked at me with a mischievous grin. “Dominic Moore,” he added as he extended his hand playfully.

Let Me Love You - Justin Bieber 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 "Don't call me a violin. My name is Winola." To my surprise, the violin knew my nickname for her. I keep quiet and watch them.