Lust Awakening Novels & Stories

"I guess you'll find out anyway. Someone hit me with a car—not hard enough for serious damage. It seemed like they wanted to make it look like they were going to run me over and stop. But they didn't swerve in time, and they threw this out the window as well." He slid the paper across to me. Did I really want to look? Our eyes met for the first time since earlier, when I told him I would never leave Sean for him. His pain flooded back through me as my hand grasped the letter and opened it. The contents revealed a note, or rather an ultimatum. "We may be quiet, but we have not stopped. When the greedy get too much, it all falls down. Lisa, it will fall down very soon." At least we knew they d

It lacked the constant sharpness she carried while awake. I stayed perfectly still. Even Orrin didn’t move. I didn’t want to wake her up. For a rare moment, everything felt calm. But then she stirred. She opened her eyes and awareness crept slowly across her face. Confusion flickered in here eyes followed by realization. She froze. Then she pushed herself upright quickly. She brushed leaves from her clothes, clearly irritated. “What happened?” she asked. I sat up slowly. “We fell asleep.” A faint flush crept across her face, but I couldn’t tell if she was angry or embarrassed.

Afterward she lay against his chest and listened to his heart and the sea and felt the full dimensions of the weekend around them, the letter in her bag and the fire downstairs and the question underneath all the other questions temporarily and deliberately set aside. She slept without difficulty. Saturday arrived grey and soft and full of sea light. She woke before him and lay in the bed and looked at the sky through the window and let the morning be what it was without immediately filling it with the weight of what was waiting. Then her phone buzzed. She reached for it expecting Priya or Dana or the ordinary Saturday morning being ordinary. It was Priya. She sat up. She answered. "I have a

Rotten people always assumed everyone else was just as vile as they were. I stopped walking, raised my hand, and with all my strength, slapped Stanley right out of his wheelchair! "If you can't speak nicely, shut up!" Stanley acted as if he hadn't heard. He was laughing and crying at the same time. "Jason, you've been searching for that woman for over a decade. How does it feel knowing I slept with her for so long? So what if you're with her now? Dawn has long been tainted." For a moment, waves of shock and fury hit both Jason and me.

They exchanged a startled glance for a split second before he pulled his gaze away. Their souls were calling for each other in the hypnotic melody of the mate bond, but they were both like wild, hurt animals — skittish and fearful. I just hope they could see that they have the key to what they need before their eyes: their love is what they need to find some peace of mind. If only they could stop running away from it. But it will come with time, hopefully. “We have to find a way to wake her up,” Mallory gulped, taking a few hesitant steps towards our Dragon Sleeping Beauty, “I should have joined you when you went to rescue her,” she added, casting her gaze down and wrapping her arms around h

“And then I was drawn to this book in the library. I think… I think it might have answers about the awakening.” The three of us huddled around the ancient book as Lily carefully opened it on my bed. The pages were old and fragile, with ink that had faded and strange symbols on them. As we carefully read the confusing text, some phrases seemed to stand out to me. “See this,” I said, pointing to a sentence near the end of a page. “It mentions a 'Catalyst' who will start a big change with magic. Could that be related to what's happening?” Xander leaned in closer, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It's possible. But what does it mean by 'revolution'? And how does it tie into the awakening the

I was enveloped by darkness. I had a weightless sensation as if I were floating in space. I was unable to determine if my eyes were open or closed. Was this the last time? In the distance, a dim silvery light suddenly emerged, getting stronger by the second. It encircled me, inviting and warm but strong. Through the void came a quiet but authoritative voice. "Awaken, Melissa." I gasped as my eyes sprung open. The ground beneath me was cold and solid, but the room Kane and I had fallen into was anything from ordinary. Ethereal light glowed on the walls, and complex symbols pulsated in time with the pendant around my neck.

Nothing in the world compares to having this angel sleeping so trustingly in my arms. I don’t know how long I stay awake, battling with my body and marveling at her softness in my arms, but I finally slip off into a doze. I awaken with a start when Layla’s weight moves over me. Somehow, she’s crawled right on top of me, and her sweet, young cunt is pressed right atop my rock-hard erection, hot and pulsing.She’s still asleep, and I groan as all the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock.

Was this trust shallow, or was I falling into a trap? It started with lust, and I hadn’t imagined it would lead to something deeper than just physical intimacy. I hadn’t realized Lazarus had set an alarm, and I slept soundly, without carrying the weight on my chest, without worrying about Zon’s blocked nose again. I slept well all night. Lazarus woke me in his usual way—with gentle kisses on my neck. This morning, I noticed faint red marks hidden under my hair.

Instinctively, she extended her tongue to taste, finding it unbearably sweet. The waves of pleasure coursing through her body left Lydia with no capacity for thought, her entire being consumed by the ecstasy Lambert provided. Amidst ambiguous gasps and sensual moans, the intense collision repeated time and again, sweat dripping profusely, igniting the room to its climax. A night of passion! *** When Lydia woke up the next morning, it was already noon. Sunlight streamed through the window, gently caressing her face like tender hands. Finding herself alone in bed, Lydia felt a pang of loneliness and sat up subconsciously, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.