Eighteens Bed Novel Novels & Stories

Duncan says beaming me that million-dollar smile I'm sure he flashes all the girls. "Nothing I haven't even thought about, to be honest," I say turning to walk back into my room leaving the door open as an invitation to the boys to follow me in which they do without a second thought. I flop down on the bed when I hear Duncan let out a sigh before flopping down on the bed next to me with his arm propping up his head. "Come on Ari, you have to do something it's your eighteenth you cant just stay in your room"

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I heard the bathroom door click shut behind me and then his footsteps, slow and steady, moving down the corridor away from me. I sat on the edge of my bed in my towel and pressed both hands to my mouth and just breathed for a minute. He kissed me. Caden Voss kissed me like he meant it and then walked away and I was sitting here in a towel at nine thirty on a Tuesday and my mother was sleeping thirty feet away and this was my actual life now. I got dressed. Climbed into bed. Pulled the duvet up to my chin and stared at the ceiling and told myself very firmly to get some sleep.

Leo ran straight back to the living room to play with his toy cars, while Mary excused herself to her bedroom to answer a phone call. With the afternoon stretching out peacefully before me, I walked over to the side table in the hallway, grabbing the paperback romance novel I had started reading two days prior. I sank into the quiet corner of the comfortable armchair, flipped to my bookmarked page, and let myself get completely lost in the intense, swoon-worthy story.

I didn’t know what to do, so I turned to Harper and what I saw surprised me. She wasn’t anything I was spiraling about. She turned her head slowly, her gaze landed on mine— ravenous and dark, that mischievous smirk dancing on her lips, lips parted, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, memorising the details of my nipples. Maybe it was just the weed, maybe she actually wanted to. I couldn’t tell, I didn’t care anyway. Because she wanted to do it. The girls cheered, escorting us toward Jen’s spare bedroom like it was some sort of Colosseum. The door slammed shut behind us. For the first three seconds we just stared and said nothing.

The dual stimulation sent shivers coursing through me. For a second I got jealous. Of my cousin, Natalie. I was slowly zoning off. Mason didn’t let my thoughts linger, he brought me back to reality. “Not so fast, my love” he called out, and with that he swift me off my feet, carrying me towards a faint glow. It was the bed. He gently laid me down, parting my legs to continue his sensual exploration. I stretched my arms, seeking freedom to unleash the passion building within me.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

Vanessa turned red, while Charlotte bit her lip with a grin. “We will abide by your rule and give you as much privacy as possible. Won't we, Van?” “Yeah,” Vanessa said. “Then, that's all,” Elio said. “Have a good night.” **** **** **** Vanessa walked into her class anxiously, eager to start the day. She had rushed out of the house without having breakfast in an effort to avoid Elio. During the meeting yesterday, when he spoke about their sexual life, she assumed that he was talking about her toy.

**Warning** This book is rated 18+ for minor violence, language and casual sex scenes. There is an upcoming scene not suitable for young viewers in this chapter, read at your own caution! (also, because I suck at writing these scenes D:) ~*~ Once the sun has risen higher in the sky, Noel starts to feel the exhaustion getting to her again, taking a look around at the leftover mess of their night. “How are you going to clean this up now?” she asks.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.