Happy Fiction Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content Warning: This book is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit sexual content, adult language, and pwp themes. Author’s Note Greetings, lovely readers! Welcome to the world of Sasicha. I am an erotic fiction author hailing from Thailand—the land of boundless imagination and tropical heat. For this project, I invite you to leave behind everything you thought you knew about the classic fairy tale of Snow White. In my version, we’re stripping away the fluff and diving straight into a P**n Without Plot (PWP) experience.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

A sudden pat on the shoulder, Han Ye was a bit too much, and Mac Vu's toned body was also shaken. - What are you looking at so drunk? Mac Vu smiled but didn't smile, getting out of that momentary infatuation: - Damn, that thing called predestined. He said I can still see her here. Han Da patted Mac Vu again on the shoulder, but this time did not move a single step of his. - You should get rid of those fictitious morals in books that no one can prove. According to him, if you like to play with her, then quit if you're bored.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

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My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

“Poppy, get your act together. You’re imagining it,’ I told myself. ‘He flirts with everyone. You’ve heard the stories, girl. Come on Asher is your husband’s friend’, I thought. And yes, the stories were endless. The other volunteers… especially the younger women always had something to say about Asher. How he carried himself, how he could talk his way through anything, how he’d dated half the women who passed through the organization. I used to roll my eyes at the gossip, which is truth. But now, watching him laugh with someone across the room with that same easy smile lighting his face, I caught myself wondering how much of it I wanted to hear. I didn’t want to admit that I was curious, bu

He casts his eyes to the side, gesturing to the sobbing people. Oh no. I hate it when people are sad. I’d much rather spread joy and happiness. I needed to think of something happy to help these people. I closed my eyes and began to recite the lullaby my mom used to sing to Ellie and me every night. Although a few tears fell from my eyes, thinking of my mom, it was such a happy memory for me.

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.