Lust For Life Irving Stone Novels & Stories

I polished the silver candle holders, straightened the heavy bedding, and wiped down his desk. As I worked, old rumors about Lord Edmund Blackwood filled my mind. At thirty-seven, he was still unmarried. People whispered that no woman could satisfy his dark, demanding appetites. That he was insatiable in the bedroom. I shook my head. Just baseless gossip. It was late when I finally finished with my chores for the day. Feeling restless, I decided to take a walk through the quiet halls to clear my head. That was when I heard it. A low, feminine moan echoed from upstairs.

"The nerve you have to pull something like this when you married into my family! We signed a prenup, so you're not getting a single penny." Both Sylvan and I took my mom's last name. Plus, the company had always been under her control. Therefore, none of us had expected my dad to betray us. "And one more thing." I shut off the livestream and leaned down beside Annie, smiling faintly as I whispered in her ear, "Do you remember the glass of lemonade my dad handed you earlier? There was a strand of my hair stuck to the outside of the cup, along with powder from that ring."

I whispered and he chuckled darkly. “Who are you again?” “Hanie Carter. Wife to Ethan Carter. CEO of the Carter enterprise. My husband is so loving to let me take over his company.” I muttered dotingly as we walked out of the room and he nodded in satisfaction. “Don't slip up. Emotions would only break you down and make it easy for you to be trampled on.” He reminded me and I flashed him a smile. “Stephanie Stone died in the elevator that day. Along with all her emotions. Hanie is manipulative. Dangerous. Seductive. We're not the same.” I said, getting into the car and he leaned down, a cunning look on his face.

Stone’s voice asked. My stepmother burst into a distracting laughter. “That was just our cat. She’s usually a good quiet girl, right Mark?” Lizzy’s knowing, angry voice snapped. I chilled. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this moment for them. I didn’t even want to imagine the punishment they would give me. I stayed behind the couches, trying to keep as still as possible. “So, Mr. Stone, to what do we owe the pleasure?” asked Lizzy. Mr. Stone cleared his voice. “I’ll get straight to the point. Two days ago, I danced with a strange girl. A stunning, impressive girl. The thing is…I can’t get her out of my mind,” he started to speak.

Lately, though, a distraction had been circling, persistent as a moth to a flame. Tyler, a charismatic literature classmate with deep brown skin and a dazzling smile, had been relentless. His confident charm and easy banter had drawn attention across campus, his soccer-star status only adding to his allure. What started as study sessions in the library had morphed into lingering glances and “accidental” meetups at the campus café. Mira wasn’t blind to his intentions; she knew the game he was playing. His attention was tempting, a spark in the loneliness of late nights without Ethan. But she loved Ethan—fiercely, unshakably. Still, Tyler’s persistence chipped away at her resolve, making her q

Elena’s POV The world felt different this morning, it was cold, quiet and heavy. When I woke up, my phone wouldn't stop vibrating. At first, I ignored it, but the sound kept coming and I reached for it and froze. My name was everywhere, every news page, every gossip site and every comment. “Lucien Stone’s wife was caught in an affair before marriage.” Leaked photos: Elena and an unknown man in a hotel. My hands shook as I scrolled faster, hoping it was fake, but the pictures…They were real and were old.

In its place was steel. “I heard whispers,” he said, voice even but sharp. “About Lily Harper being back in New York. About a scene at an elementary school involving my brother and a woman who looked like my missing fiancée.” My stomach twisted. Of course he’d heard. The Stone family had connections everywhere. “I don’t understand.” He chuckled. It was dry and without humor. “Please. You were never a good liar.” He was right. I’d never been able to fake emotions like the Stones could.

she moaned and fluttered her eyes shut. Her husband smiled and kissed her on the neck as he moved in and out of her. Larissa dug her nails into his buttocks as she tried to pull him closer, wanting, no, needing every part of him he could give. Aleric filled her to the brim with his cock, felt her shiver underneath him and pulled out. Each stroke was met with her longing and eagerness, her wet womanhood gripping tight to him. He shivered himself when her sex tightened around his cock, as if unwilling to let him go. When he slid out, Larissa moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

Except, I couldn’t fucking remember. So I remained, standing in my spot. “I’ll be right there,” I choked out. “Just wait for me in the car.” They shared a fleeting glance, then Vasili nodded and they left me. Their footsteps faded with each step they took against the century old stone of the St. Louis Cemetery, leaving me alone with the ghosts and the dead. With him. I stared at the word husband and friend for the longest time, searching for something. Something pricked my mind, but it refused to come forward.

He laughed mockingly, "Just admit it, Wayne…” "Admit what?!" Wayne snorted. "You and Ms. Devon have LQ, right? Lover’s Quarell! That’s why you're becoming a workaholic now." Wayne was stunned by what his friend said. "W-what?! What are you talking about?! LQ? The fuck! For someone who doesn't have a love life like you, you know so much!”