Limerence Books Novels & Stories

He said whimpering I rolled my eyes, stood up, and walked towards the table, I grab my mini calendar, just as I thought it was a new month. I don’t know if I should call it or curse or something else but Jeff always ends up breaking up with someone on the first of the month. This is the tenth time it happened, sometimes I predict it, and just as I thought my prediction turns into fact. "You did." My voice slipping in sorrow "I can’t believe it happened again."

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

Chapter 2 My brain had not stopped functioning as my body traitorously responded to the attention. A mermaid? Yes, he was wine, but really? I had only ever had one sex partner in my life; I wasn’t loose and didn’t play around. I had discovered I enjoyed sex with my former fiancé until I had found him cheating. We had tried a small of everything and he was always careful andgentle with me. What would be the harm to play the Lorelei, just this once? I’d never see them again after tonight.

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

He's getting married soon, but I can't forget him. Lindsay seemed to think she had uncovered a secret of mine, both excited and apprehensive at the same time. Lindsay wrote, [Sharon, I don't know how to comfort you. But you're so amazing; I'm sure he hasn't gotten over you.] I replied, [I'm already married. I may still think about breaking the rules sometimes, but I'm not young and beautiful like you. You must have many suitors, right?] No one can resist flattery, after all.

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.

His lips curve up. “What does Limerence mean?” Hal asks. “It means obsession, or all-consuming passion,” Alice replies. “I looked it up.” “Artistic license,” Damon states. “Yeah, right,” she says. He just gives her a wry look. “Come on,” Elizabeth says, “spill the beans.” He mumbles something and walks off, and we all laugh. Over by the door, I see Kennedy come out, and she looks me, then gives me a nod. “Okay,” I call out, “guys, we’re ready, if everyone could take their seats.”

The darkness in his eyes eradicates my senses. “You remember the screens at Seductive Vibrations?” His eyes delve deep into mine, watching for my reaction. Nodding to him, I do remember them. We had a conversation about how some people live stream just to the rooms – those who can’t be there, but are exhibitionists and enjoy the thought of people watching them in real-time, as it happens.

“Come on kids! We’re getting late.” With hesitance, I looked over at Brett who refused to meet my eyes. With his head hung low, he got off the bench and walked toward his mother, without bothering to wait for me. Reluctantly, I followed him. Once I reached them, I held up the cover I was holding out to Linda. “What have you got for us, honey?” Linda asked with a smile. “Hello, Linda,” I said. “These are a few of my favourite books and some cookies. My mom used to read these out every day so I could sleep. Little Anne always gets bored and cries at night. You can read them out for her. They are very interesting stories.”