Novel & Cerita Lovin' Short Fiction

She could feel his emotions, and sometimes she thought she could hear him in her head. She had tried to escape him; she had tried to resist him, and now, as her body cooled and numbed, and as she watched the small snowflakes fall above her, she realised and accepted that something within herself that she had been fighting ever since the first time she saw his intense eyes staring at her in the college library. Now, as her heart slowed and her consciousness started to fade, she reached out for the first time using that strange connection and whispered. {“I’m sorry… Kryon... I love you…”}

“So fucking tight and wet.” “I love your cock,” Lora panted. “It’s better than any guy. Please… faster. I’m so close already.” Vivian pulled into a dark, empty parking lot behind the old library building. She put the car in park and pushed the seat back. “Then cum for me. Make a mess all over my lap.” Lora rode her wildly, hands braced on Vivian’s shoulders. The car rocked with their movements. Skin slapped against skin. Lora’s moans filled the car.

“Every promises Edward made to my parents were fulfilled. We were elevated from poverty. Nelly went to school to the highest level, I decided to end mine on bachelor’s degree, then I met my husband. Now before all the lived happily ever after, there was a time six years after your mother’s marriage to your father, Edward’s kinsmen and parents sort to end the marriage. It had been six years of childlessness. And immediately at that moment, the universe smiled its face at Nelly. She had you few months later and you came into this world ending unresolved issues between families. “Immediately after my graduation, I married my husband, he wasn’t rich but I loved him regardless. And today, we are

I kissed her forehead, her tear-streaked cheeks, and finally her lips again with infinite tenderness. “No one else will ever touch you,” I whispered against her mouth. “You are my twin. My love. My everything. My whole world.” Lola smiled against my chest and hugged me even tighter, her body fitting perfectly against mine. “And you are mine. Forever.” We stood together in the moonlit clearing for a long, peaceful time, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. The distant sounds of the party had long since faded into silence. The only thing that mattered now was the beautiful, forbidden love we had finally confessed and consummated.

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We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut.

Savannah had always said kissing, sex, desire, it was sweet, addictive even. Now, as his touch set every nerve ending ablaze, I was finally beginning to understand exactly what she meant. My pussy ached now, slickness gathering as his hands settled in my hips and thumbs stroking the exposed skin there. The sensations were nothing like the ones I’d imagined during quiet, lonely nights or the trembling touches I’d used to soothe the ache on my own. Now, the hands exploring me belonged to the one person my heart had chosen long before I even understood what love truly was. The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies.

Dante said. Elian looked at him. "Possibly," he said. "Or because the direct approach to love in fiction is almost always the wrong one." He paused. "The best love in novels is in the corners. In the incidental things. Not the declarations — the coffee handed over without being asked." "The coffee handed over without being asked," Dante said. "You've noticed I do that," Elian said. "I noticed it the first morning," Dante said. "In the Budapest safehouse. You guessed correctly."

I whined leaning back to my chair. Lovina quickly changed the channel to her favorite morning show and that felt more better, “well,” she said, reaching for another piece of bacon. “At least your man is alive.” I shot her a nasty look, “Lovina!!!” “What?” she shrugged sticking your tongue out, “that’s still a win.”

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