Lucky Pervert Novels & Stories

"You have no idea what you've stepped into." Lena stood her ground. "Then why don't you tell me?" Damien expelled a harsh breath, his jaw tightening. "Vincent Mercer is bigger than an arms dealer." Lena stopped dead in her tracks. Damien continued, his voice falling now. "He's the puppet master. If you go after him, you don't go after a criminal." His eyes locked with hers. "You go after a ghost." A shiver crept down Lena's spine. The moment was broken.

Prince Lucas smirked. At least she found him attractive. He had a shot. "That I'm in a strange building with a guy I don't know that well. Sounds like the start of a perfect crime documentary." Charlotte joked. He laughed. "I'm not going to kill you Charlotte. In fact, let's clear that... What do I call it? Let me let you know me better." She yawned and nodded. "This building is Carat Insurance-" "Carat?" She asked, looking a bit sleepy.

I am pretty loud in bed too, it's a sickness. So listening to two people have sex is just super weird. So fucking weird. As I get undressed, she keeps moaning the man's name. Calling him Lucky. I have never heard that name before. Her past boyfriend was a guy called Dean. Dean was pretty loaded and I thought they liked each other. I seriously can't explain who Lucky is.

Was I becoming a pervert? "Fuck." He groaned" Alicia,...You've become a slutty little pervert. Is this what you wanted? " Came his teasing voice. I didn't know what to say. But the words 'youve become a slutty pervert' reverberated in my head and my heart thudded harder and harder against my chest. And the last line he said 'is this what you wanted' reverberated repeatedly in my head and I found myself biting even harder to stop the words that were forming on my head. I wanted more...I wanted him to spank me more. I didn't know that getting spanked could feel this good or was it because it was him? Or was it because of the state I already was? Or was it just because I was really a pervert un

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

Ninian reached out to grab the bottle. Out of all his gifts, Conan had put the most effort into this one. Rose easily avoided her and said coolly, “How would you know that this is for you and not for me? Do you know the name of the perfume? It’s called Stone Rose. Conan hired a perfumer to make this for me. It’s one-of-a-kind. “Miss Springs, I’m being nice and giving you a reminder here. It’s time for you to accept reality.” Rose left.

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

I hope you have a good time and I will make sure to fulfill all your requests for the night. She did not set her eyes on any of the three sitting men. In addition to Marcus and Stefan, Michael also attended Marcus' right arm and what a right arm she wished it would be cut off. In addition to the prostitute of her ex-fiancé Clara, who was described as prostitution, not her description, starting with her clothes, which hardly hide anything, all the way to her provocative behavior, especially when it comes to men. As for women, there is nothing wrong with it.

But in truth, it'll be left all lonely in my spacious walk-in closet. “How does this feels like torture?” I bit my lip, “I'm just trying to change clothes.” I made sure to sound innocent for a little dramatic effect. Teasing him, and pulling him closer to me. “If I do whatever you want, can I at least have several chances of humping with you?” That's it. That's Vincent Percival, and he's just the way I wanted. “That's what you want?” I act like I didn't see it coming nor I didn't plan on giving him what exactly he is he wants.

Those words struck Jessica like a bolt of lightning. She stopped retching and looked up blankly. "Syphilis? How is that possible? For the past few years, Ronald was the only man I'd been with…" Letting out a sneer, I opened my phone and played a recording of Ronald at a bar. "I feel disgusted just touching that old hag Jessica. "Every day I take her money to clubs and hook up with the youngest escorts there while she thinks I'm working overtime at the company. What an absolute moron!"