Lust Sans Novels & Stories

"What if I promise to just come out easily?" "I can't risk it, Luna. There's a lot at stake if I lose you. Please understand that" he replied holding the pill closer to me. "What's in it?" I questioned taking it out of his hand and looking a little closer. "Benophalein, Phenilezenathen, Rynerol, Sominex and umm... powdered Wolfsbane Cannabis," he replied. "That last one isn't available in drugstores." "Wolfsbane?!" I questioned.

He whispered and closed his eyes. Kinabukasan ... The whole dorm was noisy and Lucifer was sweating profusely while cleaning. Even though he was moving slowly, he didn't mind the pain in his arm. She wants her morning to be productive before entering Work. He found some Cannabis (Marijuana) in his drawer. "I don't need this." He said and collected it to throw away. "Even if I start over and over again, I will change." He promised and arranged the equipment. He just left his Tobacco and winashout all the wild leaves that would come with him.

In her heart, Larissa wondered why Zayn was always so cautious. Zayn's tone turned serious. "Speak up, how much work are you dumping on me this time?" Larissa replied sheepishly, "Perhaps, maybe... several dozen pounds of work?" Zayn was speechless. "What kind of business have you gotten into now?" Larissa laughed awkwardly. "Hehe, just a small business. I've developed a hair loss treatment that's getting good feedback. I'm planning to commercialize it." Zayn's expression remained unchanged. "Block me. Unfollow me. We never met."

Luis murmured to himself. Luis was supposed to be resting in his hospital bed. Local authorities rushed him to the hospital two days ago after his car crashed into the bar while he was under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Luis, like Lydia, had a rough and traumatic life, battling for his father's favor. He tried too hard to live up to his father's expectations as the only child, but he kept disappointing him because he always lost to his cousin and rival, Edward.

It wasn't that bad. "Um-is it bad?" I asked and he shook his head. "Nope, But not all guys are good are they? Wait here. I'll get my car keys" I watch him go to is room and I sigh opening the door and stepping out. The front porch was very simple. With a few lavenders planted. It took me a while to notice that the entire front yard was filled with lavender. And some were starting to bloom already. I smiled touching one of the bloom and loving it.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” His jaw tightened. “Your eggs weren’t used.”

I would rather remain a slave to them than become a Luna like her. What would people say when they find out their Luna used to be a slave. What would I say when I stand in front of people. I’m only eighteen how would I be a mother to the entire pack? No one will respect an eighteen year old as their Luna. My phone beep in my pocket distracting my thoughts. I took the phone out and smiled at the text notification on my screen. It was from Luiz in our group chat Luiz:yo bitches!! I reacted immediately, I was about to drop a greeting but Sera beat me to it.

Thirty days ended at midnight. Luke stood in the middle of Argon’s private penthouse suite, still dressed in the sheer black lace maid lingerie from the final night. His body ached in the best and worst ways, thighs sore, hole tender and still faintly leaking from the endless breeding, skin marked with faint bruises and rope lines. The headpiece sat crooked in his hair now, a crooked little bow that somehow made him look even more ruined. Argon leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, whiskey glass in hand, watching him with those storm-gray eyes that no longer felt purely predatory. The silence between them stretched, thick and heavy.

Noah didn’t look at the driver nor check if Olivia was around as he spoke. The last thing he needed was a look of pity or another hateful glare from Olivia. As soon as he could hear the steps on the pavement, Noah got out of the passenger seat, leaned against the car, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and brought one to his lips. He lit the cigarette, inhaled the toxic smoke and exhaled it looking up at the sky. Noah’s parents would be so disappointed if they saw him today. If they saw the failure of the son they put all their hopes and trust in.

Liam said, his hand flying in the air as he sat sprawled on the chair in my hotel room. “Leana won’t listen to that right now. In fact, she’ll want me to take the next flight back to Italy,” I said, changing into my casual outfit, dragging the zipper of my jacket up before reaching for the bottle of Jameson on the table. I uncapped it and poured a shot into the glass, the sound of liquid hitting the glass echoing a little too loudly in the silence between us. “Now I truly pity your situation—a pregnant fiancée and a new bride.” He shook his head slowly, throwing his head back in loud laughter.