Hood Stories Novels & Stories

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

Fuck. I wanted to scream those things out, but it was impossible. I mean, how was I supposed to tell my husband’s mother that her son slept with me and treated me like I was a one-night stand the very next day? How was I supposed to tell her that things hadn’t been the same with us since that night? How do I tell her that I’ve been messed up in the head since that day, and I’ve been hiding my true feelings from everyone and drowning myself in work to escape it all? Even though Liam turned out to be quite the terrible person he is, his mother has been nothing short of a sweetheart to me since the beginning of this whole arrangement.

As she entered the gates of the village, I also turned the car around to go back home. Home. The place where I live to eat, sleep, work, and study. It was big but actually empty. Yeah, my mother and my son lives there with me and I have a few maids to do the chores. However, I haven't slept with anyone in my soft king-size bed since we came back ten years ago. I haven't had anyone to scrub my back in that marble tub that I had installed.

The plates touched the sink just as Julian laid down his glass with soft thud. "I'm sure I asked a question?" His eyes locked in with her figure, she felt the sting from it and the monster in him awakened. The Sandersons lived in a huge mansion. Huge enough that each compartment seemed like a little mansion of its own... With a large living room, kitchen, bedroom, closet, bathroom, even a little storage area. And right in their own compartment, her back crashed hard against the dining table. Screaming meant death. She bit back the pain. Hot tears filled her eyes.

I got up and grabbed a cup and filled it with mead, and sat down by the fire, ignoring him. When I didn’t respond again, he shared, “I’ll tell you a bit about myself bride, seeing as you probably don’t know much about who I am.” He paused then continued. “I loved my home; The heat and the sun, hot sand between my toes, how I miss it.” He paused. I could feel his longing through my connection with him. It was unnerving. “My mother is famous, you know, although a lot of people question her existence. My mother never had it easy either, my father never accepted me as his and after he was killed, we ran to Egypt, I was named Pharaoh at the age of three, although my mother did most of the work.”

After that, no preschool would accept him. Oscar was furious and heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do as no one would help them. In the end, he dragged Neville with him to pick through trash. The next time I saw them, it was on a street lined with food stalls. Both Oscar and Neville were filthy and disheveled, digging through bins one by one. Meanwhile, I was sitting in my luxury car, on my way to pick up Hannah's favorite—a custom-made Queen's Cake.

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?

Even if I run away to New York, he will find me and ruin me. The only positive thing I felt in this situation was his Granny. She is the kindest soul I have ever come across with. I don't know why Eva would run away when it was her dream wedding. A loving husband from a great family was waiting for her. But, she chose to get away. I couldn't understand her at all… Since childhood, she was after money just like our parents. Here, her fiance was filthy rich too. What else did she want?? Even though we were born together, she never treated me as her sister. She was mom's princess. And Dad had almost been neutral, but often chose Eva over me, as mom insists. I don't know if any other mothers can

One other possibility tickled the back of his mind that Val utterly refused to accept. His father claimed the Holiday family was descended from the ancient Celtic and Roman spirits of the holidays. That's why they were all born on holidays, either modern or ancient. And the magic wanted to continue, which meant Holiday offspring had to find mates. It had happened to Noel when he and Shelby had been trapped in a magical Christmas decoration a little over a year ago. They'd ended up engaged. Last Easter, Star and Theo had wound up stuck together in his family's mountain cabin until they'd worked out their differences and patched up their relationship.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************