Lust Sans Novels & Stories

"You’re seriously buying that?" Cass asked, his nose wrinkling as he dropped his cherry soda onto the counter. Luke didn't even look up from the refrigerator case. He was currently staring down a bottle of green sludge that looked like it had been squeezed out of a swamp. "It’s got thirty grams of protein and zero sugar, Cass. It’s functional." "It’s offensive," Cass countered, sighing as he leaned against the glass door. Luke was always like this—clean fuel, high performance, never a single slip in his diet during the season.

The pain was gone completely. My body relaxed and I could focus on something else rather than pain. Logan’s scent calmed me down, and I was ready to go back to sleep. Logan nuzzled his nose into my neck, placing a small kiss behind my ear. Sparks erupted all over my body and I heard Logan sigh contently. “Your scent is coming back.” he said. “I missed it so much.” I furrowed my eyebrows. What was he talking about? “Yes, wolfsbane is finally flushing out of her system.” the doctor smiled.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

Standing ten feet away, leaning heavily against the edge of the concrete pillar, was Liam. He looked terrible. The sharp, polished, ambitious account manager who had confidently kissed her goodbye before boarding a flight to Singapore was completely gone. His hair, usually styled back with expensive product, was overgrown and plastered flat to his forehead by the damp wind. He was wearing a grey trench coat that hung far too loosely on his frame, as if he had dropped a significant amount of weight in a matter of weeks. His skin was incredibly sallow, and there were dark, bruised-looking bags under his bloodshot eyes. He didn't look put together. He looked completely desperate, like a man who

Inside was a dark powder. I looked at the cook. “Is this the poison?” He shook his head quickly. “I don't know.” I smelled it. Different. Not the same. But there was something else. A folded piece of paper. I opened it. Only one line was written. **The rogue must leave.** My blood ran cold. “Someone wanted me gone.” The cook whispered, “Luna…” I looked at him. “Do you recognize this?” He shook his head. “No.” I believed him.

With that same smile. The busy road saved me. I looked at the cars. “You’re late.” “I know, I’m sorry. I had something to drop close by.” He gestured to the huge Versace bag in his hand that looked empty. What was he dropping? He better not be a drug dealer. “Want something to eat?” He asked. I looked back at the large menu displays on top of the cashiers’ heads. “Not now…” Of course I said no. Idiot.

The bewilderment in his tone did not escape me. "Well no, of course not" I laughed in between sentences. "That would be absolutely ridiculous! You could maybe, slouch your shoulders a little more? That might work?" I offered up. He was still looking at me like I'd lost my marbles. "And have chronic back ache by the time I'm in my mid thirties? I think I'll pass thanks" he huffed. "Anyway, I've finished packing the basics I need, the rest can be taken back to White Claw with Luca. So, would you like to finish this ridiculous conversation in the car Little Fox?" He question as he motioned with his hand for us to leave the tent.

She looked at Kairi and smiled then hung up and made her way over to her. “Finally the day is over.” Kairi said throwing her arms over Krystal’s shoulders and leaning on her. “Actually Kai we have one more client.” Krystal said hugging her. “What?!” Kairi yells jumping back from Krystal like she just burned her. “You said it was only these few and that was it! It was soooo boring today.” “I know, I know,” Krystal said calmly, trying to calm her friend. “But it’s with Luna Corp, and we have a contract with them so we have to do it.”

He replied, returning a smile. “Can I tell you a joke?” “Sure.” “What do you call a cow with one leg missing?” “I don't know, what do you call it?” He asked with a confused look. “Lean beef.” I burst out laughing, not able to contain my laughter. Aspen giggled. “That is the lamest joke I have ever heard in my entire life.” “But you laughed. Didn't you?” I asked with my fingers pointed towards him. “I did. I will give you that.”

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?