Lovely Writer Thai Novel English Translation Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mae asked curiously staring at the cover, "It's called,lovers moon…it's an ancient story of two lovers that was searching for forever…it's really nice" Mathew said to Mae as she smiled and nodded, "Sounds nice…okay let's go" Mae said as Mathew started reading,his hands underneath her clothes playing with her nipples, everytime he had to turn to the next page Mae did it for him,it got to one if his favorite part,it was a sex scene between kita and Lora the two lovers in the book, "He couldn't wait as he kept ramming inside her, twisting his waist as his thrust kept becoming heavy,it was so deep that Lora couldn't stop cumming…"

It was already dark and the streets were silent. The snow slowly began to fall. I love snow falls. Though I am born in Dehradun and have seen snow since young but my love for snow never lessened. Today morning I went to my best friend, Ananya's house. We're friends since kindergarten. Our families also have a very good bonding. Ananya is a fun loving girl and is also a tomboy. She is overprotective towards me and sometimes she behaves like a brother. Whenever I visits her house, the time flies by real fast. Even today I didn't knew that it was already dark. Ananya insisted a lot to drop me home, but I refused her. As my house was not that far from her house. Just 20 minutes walk.

Only a little money from her books remained. “So, I heard you were looking for me?” An elegant woman walked in with a little boy by her side. Adeline stood up as she accessed the lady. She looks more beautiful in person, slightly plump with curves, shiny black hair, earthy brown eyes and light chocolate skin. Seems like she got her eye and skin color from her. “Hello, mother.” Grace looked at the young lady in front of her in shock. A sense of recognition flash in her earthy orbs as she looked at the familiar face.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.