Ladies Night Novel Novels & Stories

She is helpless. It's dark, but City C at night is more charming than that during the day. Neon lights reflect the prosperity of the city, and there are well-dressed men and women everywhere. The closer the taxi gets to home, the more uneasy she gets. What will meet her? Is it insulting, beating, or something? No matter what it is, Nina is sure it's a tough night. All the lights in Lucien's villa are on. Nina can feel the depressing atmosphere outside.

The Final Night On the last evening, all one hundred men gathered on the main deck under a canopy of stars. Lila was placed in the center on a specially built platform. For hours they used her in every combination imaginable. She was passed from man to man, every hole constantly filled. The air was thick with the heavy scent of sex and ocean salt. The wet sounds of her body being relentlessly fucked mixed with the crash of waves against the hull.

A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed, reeking of alcohol. In an instant, I was dragged back into that nightmare. But this time, I wouldn’t be afraid. The moment Winson appeared, the comments surged like a flood. [Ahhh, the male lead’s finally here. That face—I'm obsessed.] [Not just handsome, he’s got insane stamina too. Seven times in one night. She’s living the dream.] Seven times in one night? What did that make me? A sex doll?

Four Days Later After my little sexcapade with both Alex and Lucus within the master playroom, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting nor craving more. My body almost demanding it when it shouldn’t be. Currently sitting with Tony over in the library I find myself wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie yet again. The piece in the color baby pink. Grants current choice in clothing as I attempted to hide beneath a blanket at least. My eyes now glued to a novel that I had been recently reading. A book by Deborah Garland. Her Irish Mob Family drawing me into a world that was so similar to that of my own but completely different from what I knew.

’ I was about to reach out to kiss him again when…… I didn’t know how but It all happened so fast. Someone was sprinkling something watery on me and shouting my name repeatedly. My eyes opened gradually and I jerked up from the bed quickly when I saw the face behind the voice. ‘Oh no!’ I covered my face with my two hands, not wanting to believe what happened. ‘What the hell, girl! I’ve been shouting your name for 'God knows how long.’ I looked up to meet the fiery eyes of Catherine, my roommate. She was furious but I was too busy wishing that everything I had encountered some minutes ago was real. I looked at my left finger and discovered that there was no ring.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

Between spending another night dwelling on her issues with Mason and the potential problems of being seen with Damon, or dancing until her body ached in a questionable nightclub, perhaps the second option was better. "Alright, then. Let's go to the nightclub's grand opening," Arabella closed her notebook. "I will swing by home and change before." Why would anyone be in Las Vegas if not to indulge in the best the sin city had to offer? What the books recounted, what the movies showed, what people saw... none of it represented Vegas as well as the Casinos, the nightclubs, and the dirty money. The city of sin, indeed, was not for amateurs. A few hours later, the women were leaving Arabella's ho

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

It seems simpler and straight to the point. “Well, what I was saying was, are you going out tonight?” It was Thursday night. No matter what day of the week, there was always something going on in the night life. Tonight, I knew of a few places where ladies drink free. It wasn’t like I needed free drinks, I was well off on my own, but I found these nights were one of the best to go hunting. For the most part, men would show up to ladies night, willing to pay the ten dollar cover because they figured there were lots of females crowding inside. They were right. While they thought they were choosing me, I was always choosing them.

I decided I needed a change of clothes. Reaching for a black mini-dress hanging on the rack near the hole in the wall, I slipped out of my nightgown and prepared to put it on. At that moment, I noticed Antonio—still holding his sleeping girlfriend—seemed to be glancing in my direction. My cheeks flushed instantly. I instinctively glanced at my reflection, noting the way my figure curved in all the right places. When Antonio's gaze lingered, I quickly pulled the black dress over my head. It clung to my body, and I hadn't bothered to wear anything underneath.