Immodest Book Novels & Stories

Much more than last year. - What a record. – Mimi said. – Here are some gifts that are more advertising and marketing, to present yourself than gifts. – Hikaru said, taking a gift with a card, more than 40 packages of books. – Are you going to invest in bookstores, dad? – Hikaru questioned. - Yes, let's negotiate. – Mimi said. - Several investors and associates will come, they are ready, but I think about the shareholders. – He said.

Taboo | Age-gap | Obsession | Billionaire Romance |Mother ex-boyfriend Trigger Warnings: Power imbalance, obsession, emotional manipulation . . . The elevator whispered its way to the top floor, silent and smooth like a predator stalking prey. Joy Knox shifted from one leg to the other, leather duffel bag pressed against her hip, trying not to breathe too hard. She hated the way the mirrored walls caught her reflection, tired eyes rimmed in smudged eyeliner, cherry-stained lips parted like she was already halfway to begging.

"And all these sexy nightgowns in the trunk? She must have used them to seduce some old bugger! Let's burn them all!" "Wow! Let's burn it down! This is so satisfying!" They set fire to my belongings. The flames leaped toward me as I lay on the ground, bloodied and gasping for air. Haley, watching this, seemed utterly pleased. She smiled at her lackeys and said, "You guys are the best! Don't worry! Once I marry Joel, I'll introduce you to some of the managers from Novalux Group! You'll all get to feel what it's like to have a successful boyfriend!"

I look down at her body, and saliva pools in my mouth taking in her full plump tits and puckered pink nipples that are pebbling harder under my gaze. “I assume you don’t want to join me?” She lets out a sigh as I drag my fingertips up her sides. She squirms when my fingers graze the sides of her breasts just as I drop my lips to her shoulder. “I shouldn’t,” I tell her even as I drag my tongue along the slope. I shouldn’t be doing any of this and I was fucking kidding myself for thinking that I was being marginally more respectable for just touching or tasting her and not fucking her. It’s all bad. I’m fucked up for all of it.

My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.

What was left wanted to burn. I started small. Skipped lab meetings. Ignored emails. Let dishes pile in the sink. But none was enough to quell the emptiness within me. Then I opened incognito mode on my laptop one rainy evening and typed the words I’d never allowed myself to speak aloud: I want to be bad. The internet answered. First it was confession threads, women admitting they’d cheated or stolen or screamed in public just to feel something. Then kink forums. Then darker places where people described wanting to be used, marked, ruined. That’s how I found the link buried in a comment thread.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

~Vaela Hale’s bedroom door being slightly ajar is enough of an invitation for me to enter, seeking the Immortal out. He rests against his wooden headboard, flicking through a book. He doesn’t even glance up. "For someone who is so concerned about seeing me naked again, you have a proclivity for walking rather confidently into my private space." "You should have told me Larsen was coming,” I snap. Exhaling softly, he closes his book, dragging his attention to me. There is something painfully intimate about standing in his room. The large bed swallows have the space, making it impossible to be aware of anything else.

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(