Life Is Strange: Double Exposure Romance Options Novels & Stories

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

Date = 26 November (a few days after the beach party, Book 1) It started with a midnight call from a stranger. Place = Los Angeles / Berlin From Russia. With no love. POV Aria Life is about the choices we make. Or so the people say. They also say that there’s ALWAYS a choice. (Like choosing ‘Accept’ or ‘Decline’ on the pop-up notification of the incoming Zoom call.) But they are wrong. Sometimes life chooses for you.

Cassie said without filtering her words. “Whatever, I bet you’re like this because you haven’t experience romance yet.” Tricia rolled her eyes. “I don’t need to experience romance to like it.” Via sighed. It was the first time those two met each other, and they were already at each other’s throats. “Let’s just watch a family drama,” Troye mediated when he noticed the exchange of piercing glares between the ladies seated in the backseat. He looked at Via and noticed that her eyes were closed again. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

she panted. It was the third time she had come. She reached up, pinched his nipple, sparking a new wave of sensation through him. “I’m coming,” he groaned, thrusting deep as he released inside her, pumping her full. Her body trembled again, another orgasm crashing through her. “It’s the fourth time, Kelvin,” she whispered breathlessly. “You’re my sweetheart.” He held her tighter, still inside her. For them, there was no shame or shyness, only a quiet understanding. They had found romance in the most unusual way, despite the age gap: Clarita was fifty-two, Kelvin twenty-five.

“But, the lady in the supermarket says that two guys can’t get married” “Marriage is done by two people who love each other regardless of gender. You love me right?” “Yeah! I love you the most in the world Thean!” “I also love you Blaine” *ring….ring…..ring…* The loud noise of the alarm clock wake me up. Another dream. Ever since the incident at the club happen, Blaine would get a strange dream every night. And it is always about Almothean and him. “Ha… Marriage huh?” Blaine said feeling frustrated.

The recognition brought a smile to my face as I seized the night in hedonistic passion. In the blink of an eye, we'd arrived at someone's home. I assumed the driver. With no more than a light in the kitchen to cast a glow in the living room, both men set out to devour me. It quickly became evident, this was not a first. They worked in tandem, one in front, the other behind. Oddly, there was nothing rough or awkward about any of it. The straps fell from my shoulders as Right nipped kisses on my neck. My breasts were completely exposed when the dress fell to my waist where Left had his hands on my thighs, raising my skirt to explore beneath my thong.

" Okay, I need you now. It is an emergency" " For real? " She asked surprised at the speed at which this was going. "How can I trust you? I just met you now for goodness sake." She asked. " You should not be scared, .." Just then one bulky looking guy steps in prostrating slightly and talks to him." Sir, we really have to leave now for the event. Your mother just called." Catherine watched, it seemed like what she used to read in novels. "So contract marriages exist? Wow!!" She said in her head.

“Why are you acting weird?” Jules shifted uncomfortably beside him as she bit her lip, looking down at the floor. Something was off. Then, Casper dropped the bomb. “Because… Jules and I are dating.” At that moment. There was silence. A complete silence. A deafening one. The words barely registered at first. I blinked, my brain short-circuiting. Did I hear that right? “You're what?” My voice cracked. Jules finally spoke, her tone careful, like she was stepping on glass. “We were going to tell you. We just—”

Lisa stood before her ornate mirror, the soft glow of candlelight casting a golden hue over her room. Her emerald gown clung perfectly to her frame, the shimmering fabric accentuating her curves. She adjusted her earrings with steady hands, her reflection revealing a look of determination. Tonight was the council meeting where Oliver would formally address the pack. Rumors had swirled about him confirming his mate, but Lisa dismissed them as nonsense. She was certain that Oliver had no one in his heart, not any she’s aware of. She had worked tirelessly to position herself close to him, earning his trust and proving her loyalty to the pack. This evening felt like the culmination of her effort

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.