Irresistible Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Aria is in a confused state of mind. She doesn't want to go back to work for Aiden and at the same time, the termination letter of Claire is mocking her. 'She tried to get you a job and you are trying to make her jobless' her subconscious is taunting her. Aiden's text message is teasing her with dark promises, which she doesn't want any part of. She refused to become his plaything again. 'You used your body' his words a painful reminder of their past.

she asked playfully. “The one that says ‘Even if you’re bitter, I still look for you every morning?’ Or maybe ‘I still love you even if you’re with someone else?’” “Huh?” I raised an eyebrow. She grinned. “The first one’s black coffee. The second one’s three-in-one.” She pointed at the menu. I chuckled and ordered. “Black coffee. Wait, Audrey, what do you want? Black or with cream?” “With cream,” she answered while reading the emotional quotes plastered on the walls.

The chalk squeaks again. DISOBEDIENCE. My fingers twitch against the floor. I should be ashamed. I am ashamed. But beneath that, deeper and darker, is the sick, coiling heat of anticipation. He’s not done with me. Not even close. The chalk strikes the board once more. INSUBORDINATION. I can hear my own breath, shallow and uneven. The list keeps growing. DEFIANANCE. WEAKNESS. FAILURE. Each word is a lash, a reminder of every time I’ve tested him, every time I’ve thought I could resist.

Abi said, “is not the question you ask unless you already know the answer.” Clara closed her eyes. “I don’t,” she replied. “That’s the problem.” Silence stretched, familiar and safe. “Repeat it,” Abi urged gently. “But say it honestly.” Clara leaned her hip against the counter. “Why,” she said quietly, “am I so drawn to Adrian Vale when everything about him complicates my life?” There it was. Not a strategy. Not optics. Not power, but truth. By the time Clara ended the call, the kettle had gone cold.

"Pass the butter?" He shoved it over, knuckles white. "You're playing with fire, Delilah." "Maybe I like the heat." Giggle. Richard cleared his throat, oblivious—or pretending. The rest of the morning blurred: unpacking help from both, hands brushing thighs, accidental tit grazes. Every touch stoked the fire; by lunch, my pussy was a sopping mess, clit hypersensitive.

"Come in." As soon as those words slipped off my tongue, the door flung open. I closed my eyes unintentionally and my nose went for her vivid scent…. She smelled sweet. I am the Alpha and my senses are overall sharp. Even without the mate bond, I could catch her natural scent… it is sweet and addictive and at the same time seductive. She smelled like a mixture of vanilla and peaches. My chin was resting on my knuckles while I inhaled even more since her scent was faint. I could hear her quiet steps getting closer and all together made me relax yet there was a feeling arousing inside me.

Even in Buckland where there was a fairly large number of elementals, the commonest elements people possessed was the air, water, fire and earth, and even though the news had it that earth magic was being suspected, it was way off, because an earth elemental could only control the soil in its natural state, but couldn't control any of the other elements found within the soil. A stone elemental on the other hand, could only control stones and rocks, and everything made from them, but will not be able to control the soil in its natural state. The newsmen were totally off. Actually, I finished reading the news with a happy feeling. Sadly, the happy feeling did not last. It quickly turned sour w

Demi asked, making James smile before he took a sip of his drink. “What? Really?” Dallas asked him, effectively drawing Demi’s attention to them. Even the sub who was getting tended to, turned around to look at James. “I can’t say she’s vanilla,” James finally said after being pressured by their eyes. “Then? Is she kinky?” Demi asked and James chuckled. “No, she is a blank sheet of paper,” James said, and they all froze. “She isn’t a minor, right?” Demi asked, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked cakes, each one carefully crafted to tantalize our taste buds. With a sigh of defeat, I checked the variety of samples which the waitress placed on our table. The task was not only to identify the ingredients, but also to match the cake name with the right exemplar. And Lord, there were all sorts of weird names - Blazing Storm, Hot Temptation, Lonely Pearl, Forbidden Bite, Key to Joy and so on. I always found events like this nerve-wrecking. Nevertheless, I surrendered and took the first sample, which looked like a brownie with a light green filling.

Priya said. “All studios start with one thing on the wall.” She crossed the room and stood beside her and looked at the print, a woman from behind, looking at something outside the frame, the particular posture of someone who has decided to look rather than look away. “What made you buy this.” “I don’t know,” Priya said. “Something about the looking.” Dara looked at it for a moment. “She’s not anxious,” she said. “She’s just… looking. Like she’s allowed to.”