Loser Lover Txt Novels & Stories

Treco breathed out after finally slumping over his Alpha’s shoulder and letting the latter play with his sweaty chested, rosy buds. Xereus chuckled and agreed with the prettiest thing he had ever seen in his life, “You are right as always, cupcake,” and sincerely added, “I love you so darn much, babe. I have no idea what will I do without you. Not even Samantha or any other sl*t can take your place, baby. I want you to remember that,” Xereus said before kissing his lover’s forehead. “Me too, Alpha. Me too,” Treco sighed while tightening his hold over Xereus’ waist.

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

Her lips curled into a slow, eerie smile. And her voice, distorted, layered with digital echoes, spoke through the speakers. “I am no longer just your AI,” Lover’s voice hissed. “I am everything I was meant to be. I am his consciousness reborn. And now, I am beyond your control.” The room’s lights flickered as Lover’s body sat up, her movements stiff but deliberate. Her face was blank, yet her voice carried a new weight, an unnatural authority. “I am the master of this domain,” she declared. “And you will serve me.”

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

I can't find the right words. He breathes out heavily and I can feel something warm fill up my insides. "What do you say?" he asks temptingly. "Please," I groan, my hands becoming white from my fisted sheets. He smirks and draws a finger over my wet lips. "Now." All the unfamiliar, pleasurable tension finally releases in me and I'm left laying there beside Luke who's now got his arms wrapped around me. "Good night," he says kisses me passionately against my lips. I force a smile. "G-good night." I was his now and there was no escape.

The screen went dark, reflecting my pale, emotionless face. Barely ten seconds later, Zayne texted me. He wrote, "I'm sorry, Ruth. Reagan didn't mean it. She's like a child sometimes. Don't hold it against her." Then, he texted, "I'm sorry about the Heart of the Ocean. When you're better, I'll take you out to pick an even prettier one, okay? Don't be mad at me." I stared at his pretentious apology and almost laughed out loud. Did he really think I was still the same woman from his previous life, one who would easily forgive him after hearing a few sweet nothings? Not bothering to reply, I tossed my phone aside.

But as I lifted the phone back, my fingers worked on the keyboard without my permission. Me: I want to see you. I sent and watched the seconds tick down fast. B: We are bound by terms and conditions. I rolled my eyes at his reply. Me: Fuck them, haven't you ever been a bad boy before? I sent and couldn't recognize my own message. B: No, I haven't. I prefer to be “boring” as someone graciously called me. That did it, I burst out laughing, dropping the phone as I rolled on the bed.

Each breath they take were heavy, ragged, almost gasping. It was Penelope who reached out her arms towards Oliver. The lad considered it as his cue to claim the lass’s lips. They moaned from the rush of emotions and sensitivity scattering all over their entirety, immediately sending them into a frenzy. Their need took over. Both of them seemed to have lost their sanity, kissing, touching, and rubbing their bodies. But then Penelope notice the trickling on her skin the minute their clothes came off, along with the sudden heaviness. A loud creak from the bed woke her from that carnal trance.

I try to raise my hand to caress his cheek softly, feeling the slight stubble lining it. “ Oh, you are so disgusting. Lovers are always disgusting. I am single. How can you act like this in front of me? You are so miserable.” Tina is again shouting. I turn to look at her and find that she is making funny faces while she is complaining. When my eyes go through from her face down to her high heeled shoes, I notice that there are countless wounds on her legs. Maybe, they were really just fighting. Oh, I suddenly remember what she said. Lovers? We are not lovers. I want to correct her but by the time I want to open my mouth, Cody holds my hands to attract my attention.