Four Divergent Hot Novels & Stories

“Mr. Hudson, it seems you forgot something. Let me remind you of it. We are now divorced, so whoever you embrace or kiss with? That has nothing to do with me anymore.” Galvin narrowed his gaze. He actually misunderstood that. Clenching his teeth, he asked, “Are you telling me you will also hug and kiss someone other than me?”

As her climax exploded, Gabe shouted her name, pushed hard into her rectum and held himself rigid as his cock pulsed again and again inside its latex sheath. As his spasms died down, he shifted his hand to reach her cunt, drove two fingers into it and worked them inside her until the last of the aftershocks quieted. She was panting, gasping for breath, her body so boneless she would have slipped off the seat if Gabe didn't have her impaled on his fingers and his cock.

Nevertheless, the ambiance underwent a sudden shift with Danny's entrance. As Danny conversed with others, his occasional glances and sly smirks directed at Hector carried an unmistakable blend of teasing, condescension, and sarcasm, grating on Hector's nerves. Ever since their heated argument and the subsequent end of their friendship, Hector and Danny, once inseparable, had actively steered clear of each other. Their unexpected reunion today, after the turbulent fallout from their previous disagreement, took an unsettling turn when Danny openly indulged in finger-pointing and gossip.

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

My fingers cling to the fabric of his shirt, like shipwreck survivors. He presses against me. His whole body is a line of tension, of brutal warmth against mine. I feel every muscle, every bone, the evidence of his desire, hard, pressing against my belly. Terror mingles with something else. A liquid, treacherous warmth spreading through my veins, contradicting my mind's panic. My body, that traitor, responds. My mouth, under the assault, stops resisting. It parts slightly, a sigh, a capitulation. And that's worse.

That’s an ideal setting to start executing my plan. I spent the rest of the workday registering two new clients: Client One: A woman who caught her husband cheating in their matrimonial bed with a woman he had introduced as his "cousin" two months ago. Client Two: A man whose business flight was canceled, only for him to return home early and catch his wife with another man. Both wanted a divorce—the woman seeking full custody of her five-year-old daughter and the man determined to make sure his cheating wife left without a single asset.

"The best way you can protect me is to stay out of my sight. And remember, we're already divorced. We have nothing to do with each other anymore, so why do you keep showing up in my life and disturbing me?" Charlotte pressed her lips together, and all the color drained from her face. Then, her voice broke. She shook her head and pleaded with me. "Did you get the wrong idea? The divorce is only temporary. We can get remarried whenever we want." I had no idea where she got the confidence. I looked at her, not bothering to hide my contempt. "Get remarried? Did I agree to that? After we got divorced this time, I never planned to marry you again. The biggest mistake I ever made was falling in lov

Clearly printed on the document were the words "Divorce Agreement" "Jenna, don't you love me anymore?" he asked in a trembling voice.

I could scent their drugs, alcohol made from puffer fishes and stone fishes as well as their cigarettes that were coated with the skin of a specially tanned blue-ringed octopus hide. I faced the man I wanted to meet. He was a man who had been living under the sea for many years. The merpeople around called him the sea devil. On ordinary land he was just a man but in sea water, he could control anyone he wanted with the power of his deadly tongue. Anyone but the devil and royal blood. I wondered why he hadn't taken over Seareign yet. "We meet again, Lot." "That's the devil to you." There was a black mermaid behind him. She was smoking on a blue ring cigarette as black liquid escaped her mouth

Other girls in our class suddenly begin to swarm around me like bees who've just spotted a flower. They keep asking stupid questions like my surname, best color, opinion on our class and senior boys, and the list goes on. It's either they're trying to know more about me or get some personal info out of me. when they all leave, "You've got to be careful. "Johan says, and I raise a brow at her. " With? "I question. " The girls. Many of them will act to be your friends, but trust me, there are winter witches in our class especially.