Illicit Love Web Novel Novels & Stories

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

"I left my world, my family, my kind to be with the love of my life, I thought all I needed was love, I never knew love is not enough. Betrayal is real in the journey of love. I love dan, I gave him my heart, but he betrayed me, he chose his kind over me, he believed in their words over me. It hurts, seeing who I abandoned my kind for, couldn't abandon his for me. It felt like a dagger was struck into my heart when he looked into my eyes and called me evil, just like her kind. I have nothing left for me in the human world again, I'm going back to my world. My love failed," Tears pricked up from Jeanne's eyes as she read the epilogue of the novel in her hands, she just finished reading ''MY L

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

Blake argued, "If love is just about calculation and manipulation, then it isn't really love; it's exploitation. What good is money when you lack everything else? I have a loving family and someone dear in my heart." Cecilia seemed touched by Blake's words for a moment, "Remember, Blake. I am your only kin. I did everything to protect us from suffering. I've been searching for you for years, preparing for the worst. Now that I know you're alive and well, I feel relieved. I admit I've wronged you. Can you forgive me? I decorated the room you stayed in last time myself. I chose the sheet, pillowcases, and the finest swan feather pillows."

All because of this wicked woman standing before me. I conclude... I hate her, I hate Queen Mila. It is a final decision I don't want to argue. My eyes turn to Jamal still laying unconscious on the floor. I want to help him even though I don't know how to, but I am torn between my sudden love for him and my instant hate for his mother. I am fighting a battle within me... Struggling with my grieve. Ammi's words are still ringing in my ear, but I guess I am way past listening as I turn back and start to walk out.

He had done wonderful things to her body and made her do unimaginable things to herself and to him. The smile faded as soon they had appeared when she recalled her second meeting with him. Jake had said unimaginable things to her. He demeaned, defamed, and insulted her. It was heart-wrenching. She was glad he had said they were never going to cross paths. She didn't want to see him again either. Like a revelation, Sheena's mind recalled a tiny important detail. Jake was her husband's Illegitimate son. She had slept with the son and married the father. "How twisted her fate was." She thought.

This was Eve’s main task. The con woman replied with pride. “You’ve seen the conversations. I’ll forward the files of the rest of his messages. From the looks of it, he is hopelessly in love with a fake persona who he’ll never be able to see or hear from ever again. He’s actually still waiting for a ghost to show up. I’d say you got more than what you asked for.” The other line was silent when Eve thought her client should’ve been celebrating. Then, the girl spoke with trepidation, “I-I did the right thing. He deserves it, r-right? If he was a better man, this wouldn’t have happened…”

The way his cum started to leak out—slow, warm—dripping down her ass and onto the stone floor beneath her. Eventually he eased out—slow, careful—both wincing at the loss. He lowered her gently until her bare feet touched the cold floor. Habit fell back down—wrinkled, clinging to the sticky mess between her thighs. Cum glistened on her inner thigh in the moonlight, a slow trail running toward her knee. He kissed her once—soft, lingering. Lips brushing hers like a goodbye he wouldn’t voice. Lila straightened her veil—fingers trembling—then slipped away. Walked down the nave—habit whispering, his seed leaking out with every step, warm and obscene under the black wool. She disappeared through th

I whimpered as he started to thrust harder, each movement crashing into mine with frantic fever. "Mila—good lord." His voice cracked with need. He held me tighter, his eyes all fire and ocean, looking completely undone. “I love you.” We slammed into the bed with a final, wild thrust as ecstasy consumed us. It flooded through our veins as we came together, shaking and gasping in the aftermath. *** It was always like this with him—unstoppable, unhinged. Sanity always took ages to find… if I ever wanted it back at all.

The tension in his posture was palpable, like a tightly coiled spring. For one brief, fleeting moment, I allowed myself to hope. But then his features hardened, and the warmth in his eyes turned cold. Lysander took a small step back, his broad shoulders stiffening. His next words came out clipped and harsh, each syllable hitting me like a blow. "I, Lysander Nightshade, hereby reject you, Ilana Woods, from being my destined mate." The words slammed into me, and an unbearable pain erupted in my chest. I doubled over in pain as the ma te bond itself was ripped apart, leaving behind a gaping, bleeding wound.