Limitless Book Novels & Stories

“You do not move unless I move you.” I forced every muscle to soften. The effort made sweat bead along my hairline. He continued the slow exploration for long minutes, adding a third finger when the first two met little resistance. The fullness returned in a different shape, deeper and more controlled. My clit throbbed untouched. I wanted friction there with a desperation that bordered on pain, yet I did not ask. The order had been clear.

Thеrе іѕ, unfоrtunаtеlу, a lіmіt tо whаt оnе саn dо to, and wіth, oneself and I eventually reached thе point that thеrе seemed to be nоthіng nеw tо trу. Little dіd I knоw аt thе tіmе, but mу lіmіtѕ wеrе to bе tеѕtеd аnd surpassed іn wауѕ that I hаd never dreamed оf courtesy оf a man named Jіm.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

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Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

I said after confirming. “The fact that you had to confirm just shows that you’re not reading that book.” I heaved a sigh, dropping the book beside me. “I miss Kian.” “I know you do,” she said, walking over and laying beside me on her bed. “You must really be missing having orgasms. When you start, it’s addictive.” “What the hell…” But it was true. “I feel all sensitive and needy like hell.” “You tried touching yourself?” “Yes. Didn’t feel that satisfying,” I answered as straight as she asked it, trying not to feel too awkward or embarrassed admitting it.