Lolita Novels & Stories

The principal said solemnly "Yay ！！！！！！！！！！" The Maid's Side "My day ``````" "Grass ----------" "Eggs --------" There is the side of sensible students "Loli~~~" "Imperial sister ~~~~~" "My love ah ~~~~~~~~~~" The side of the students who think with the lower body "Sister, don't hug me, you're hurting me" Lucia on Lilith's side Lilith didn't take Lucia's words seriously and continued to rub her washboard against Lucia's head.

“Guess I forgot my panties again. Bad girl, right, Professor?” His jaw clenched so hard I swore I heard it crack. He didn’t move closer. Yet. “You think this is a game, Lila?” His tone was low, dangerous. “Failing on purpose. Dressing like a little slut. Flashing your dripping cunt in my classroom where anyone could see. You wanted attention that bad?”

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

Holy shit. I took a deep breath so as not to laugh out loud. But I kept looking at him. It was like watching a bullshit-style porn. Ramirez looked like a comedian who has never been with a hot woman. And the girl looked like the busty blonde who didn't care about the disgusting ones made. I watched when they walked away, Ramirez breathless and the woman sketching a malicious smile. Holy shit. Prostitutes were too many liars. Did she pretend she liked that shit? Did all women have this capacity installed in their DNA?

Closing the door firmly, she turned to receive the greatest shock of her life, "Taada!, Lily Winter" a brownie girl with purple braided hair exclaimed. "Aah!" She became pale and white in shock "Surprise are we, the brownie girl chuckled. " More like, frightened are we" Lorita smirked. Standing next to her , is a rigid queen with a poker face, her expressions were unreadable and something seems off about her, being the well-known Gabriel she is supposed to be fueling with anger and bullying her by now but she's calm and beautiful as the quiet lake.

And I haven't told her about Chideziri, yet—She'll flip for sure. I put my five fingers on Ozo's face and push him off the upholstery of the couch, screaming my dissent. He couldn't have picked a wronger time—Lorita had only sent a screenshoted photo of Michael B. Jordan's torso from Creed, followed by in a text bellowing in all CAPS: "FEAST YOUR HEATHEN EYES ON THIS BROWNISH GOD."

She turned around only to see no one was there. What just happened? Her Lyaofyn, Mara asked. A Lyaofyn was a word in Xiafionica they used to describe was half Lycan which was a creature who had the chance to decide if they wanted to turn into a wolf or Lycan, this creature could change between both species at any time. Lilith- I don't know. It was as if someone was in the shower with us. Mara- Maybe it was just our imagination.

especially in the aspect of using love potions to forcefully collect someone's love partner, most of such victims act like puppets. This age was a dark age to me, in fact the darkest to me. The economy was crashing, business sectors were stricken down by the gin age, meeting had to cancelled often and often because everyone was too inebriated to talk reasonably even at work; some workers have to conceal a bottle of gin in a bag to take to work. Several of our school teachers have been fired because they were either caught molesting a damsel or caught in the act of drinking in their offices. love lives were in the plight of the age's dilemma. Sex drive was ruling almost every soul, the act c

Hazel held his heavy gaze, completely paralyzed by the raw, unapologetic boundaries he was setting. The rules were incredibly harsh. But as she stood there in the dark, a strange, profound sense of relief washed over her. Love? She was terrified of love. Love had completely destroyed her. She had loved Liam with every single fiber of her being for five years, and all it had given her was a broken life and a hollow, aching chest. She never wanted to feel that kind of vulnerability ever again. She didn't want romance. She wanted exactly what he was offering—a dark, transactional escape.