Eila Adams Lesbian Novels & Stories

“But now I’m back.” The tension in the room thickened. Selena watched the entire scene like it was the most entertaining show she had ever seen. Lillian turned toward Adrian. “Tell her.” Adrian said nothing. “Tell her to leave.” Silence filled the room. Elara felt her heart pounding violently in her chest. This was the moment everything would collapse. But Adrian finally spoke. And his words shocked everyone. “Why would I do that?” Lillian blinked. “What?” Adrian’s voice was calm. “Elara is my wife.” The room froze.

​With every deep, punishing thrust he delivered, my breasts bounced heavily in full view of the recording, the nipples pointed in the blue light. ​"You're so sexy right now, Lisa. So lewd, so mine. What are you going to do if your sister sees this?" Adrian hissed, his fingers digging into my hip as he kept pounding his cock into me. "What do you think Elena will do when she watches this video of her little sister greedily taking her husband's cock? She'll freak out, won't she?"

Adrianna emphasized after hearing Chloe's irrational desire. Asking Leonel to marry Ester because she didn't want her husband to have affairs out there and inviting his chosen woman under the same roof while Chloe was in this condition—wasn't it like handing her neck to the executioner? Adrianna was well aware that Leonel and Ester were two of a kind. Equally despicable.

It still felt like baloney but… not so bad perhaps. The goddess simply wants us to find someone for us and once Silas is forcefully mated to Elena, his wolf would see her as specially made for him. My chest hurts again. I stuff my face again with a sandwich as a distraction from my surfacing mood. My ears pick up footsteps just as Elena turns her head towards the direction it's coming from. Before I can ask, Adam pops up from behind the tree. “Adam?” We say in unison “Hey Xena; hey Freya.” He greets cheerfully.

Adams to the ground and stopped her. "Let me go, I have to kill Liana, let me go ... "Mrs. Adams struggled like a madwoman, and now one can see where Betina got her killer instinct from. "Mrs. Adams, is the photo real, or else would I turn it over to the police? Fabrication of evidence is a crime. " Liana looked at her and spoke loudly, which left the woman silent, and then faced her husband, his face was pale and his were trembling with anger.

Elina nodded and then returned to wait for Adam's explanation. "Then?" he asked again still curious. "I started sneaking into your house at night, knocking you unconscious, then-" "Okay, do you know that's called rape?" the woman interrupted quickly, Elina tried to see Adam's face who now seemed unwilling to glance at her again. "How many girls have you flirted with Dam?" asked the girl again. This time Adam immediately turned his attention to Elina, because he heard Elina's voice which was starting to turn displeased.

Her glow was very faint and sporadically glinting unlike the stable radiance of the others. “And what does a lady human want with us pixies?” Her voice was gentle and her eyes were smiling. But deep inside, Ellaine knew that the Queen had the ‘Black plague’. “Your highness, forgive my impertinence..” Ellaine was surprised at how she sounded. She really did easily blend with the people of the other world. “But I need pixie dusts.” “My Queen, that’s absurd! Giving pixie dusts have long been illegal especially now with the predicament our clan is in.”

Maya. Maya was a stunning, Afro Latina, curvy in all the right places, with a presence that made heads turn. And Shane? He couldn’t look away. Isla noticed. She always noticed. Even though there was nothing left between them, she still caught the way his eyes tracked Maya’s every move, how his grip tightened on his drink when she laughed. Another “M” name, another distraction. Sade, ever the hostess, introduced Sienna to Adamo. “I’ve heard about you,” Adamo said, shaking her hand. “Sade won’t stop bragging about how good you are doing with her investments. I think I might move my portfolio over to you.”

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

“You… saw that?” “By accident,” he said gently. “I didn’t open anything. But I saw her name and the word ‘Maison Élitaire.’” Elena tried to think fast. “Lila’s a friend. She works in fashion, and sometimes I help her brainstorm.” Adrian studied her face carefully. “You help her? Or you work with her?” She forced a laugh, though it sounded strained. “What are you implying?” He smiled faintly, but his gaze stayed locked on her. “Nothing. Just curious. You’ve been different lately—glowing, busy, secretive. I’m not complaining. I just want to understand.”