Ff Stories Novels & Stories

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

He got me a newer, better one — something my sister would own. “Will they be here?” I asked, looking at him through the mirror. He already understood who I meant. “Yes. It’s the pack anniversary gala.” I nodded at his words. “Do you not want them to find out about us?” he asked. “I want them to,” I said. I really did. The only people who knew so far were the werewolf council and no one else. I wanted them to know the plot to make Stella Luna had failed. “Let’s go.” I linked my arm through his, walking with my head held high and my back straight.

They did not let her come down. Rafael stood up, his mouth shiny with her arousal. Diego turned her around to face him and lifted her easily, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the wooden wall and thrust his thick cock deep inside her in one smooth stroke. Lila cried out at the sudden fullness. He was so big, stretching her perfectly. Diego fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping forward while he held her up against the wall.

"What the fuck, V? This is your doing?" "The video? Yes. I hacked your building's feed weeks ago, Lara, saw the gifts Kian left, watched you touch yourself with that blindfold, then last night..." Her gaze raked over Lara's body, lingering on the bruises, the swollen nipples. "I couldn't resist sharing a teaser. Abuja's elite love a good scandal."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

😘 If I'm right there are mistakes till chapter 20 but after that, I improved my writing a lot and good storylines. Official F******k: 👉 bit.ly/FLSpage

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it. “Problem solved! I can borrow 400$ from Henry and add these 100$ in it and keep it back in the locker. This way Mr. Paul will never doubt on me again!” Keith headed towards Henry's home. A person who was a friend Keith always remembered in his toughest times. But, unfortunately never gave him a helping hand in the times of need. Keith reached Henry's home and explained him the entire situation. Keith always shared all his problems with Henry and took advantage of him by acting innocent. Henry helped him and landed him 400$.

well, boring. Starting from chapter 25, obstacles to Carter and Paisley's relationship will appear one by one. Also, I have a lot planned for Kori and Jordan as well. Its going to be a bumpy ride from here onwards. So stick with this incompetent writer and keep reading The F Word. I'm grateful for every one of you reading and leaving votes and comments. Thank you so much! _TrioCobra

Feels strange being home again. Jack launched into a story about work and some deal they were both involved in. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Richard and tried to look interested. My body had other plans. Every time he shifted I noticed the way his trousers pulled across his thighs. Every time he spoke I watched his mouth. I kept thinking about those same lips between my legs. About his fingers sliding under this dress and finding out how wet I already was just from sitting in the same room as him.