Lust Stories Novels & Stories

“Vincent loves you, I know. But he’s married and will stay married. He’s not leaving her no matter what happens between them. His father’s dying wish was that he stay with her. That promise won’t disappear just because you’re in the picture.” “I—” Mary held up a finger. “You’re too beautiful to be someone’s mistress, Lisa. You’re a good girl. You deserve a love that doesn’t come with shame.” My eyes burned with unshed tears. Her voice softened. “Lilian and her father… they’re dangerous. I knew someone once who got in their way. You don't want to know what happened, they'll do anything just to remain related to the Lucas anything to get what they want I mean anything Lisa.”

“Okay, that’s enough, Madam… please, stop drinking,” the butler, Arthur, warned softly. He reached out to steady the glass as it wobbled in Larissa's grip. Larissa didn't even look up at him, she stared at the liquid instead, watching the ice cubes swirl. "He isn't coming back tonight, is he?" Arthur hesitated, his silence more cutting than any confirmation. "It’s been six months, Arthur," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Six months since the wedding, and..."

She thought. She grabbed a mug from the counter and poured herself some coffee. “You know, normal people start their mornings with breakfast, or even scrolling through their phones. Not…typing their life away before the sun even rises.” “I’m not… normal people,” he said. “Yeah” she muttered, “I kinda noticed.” She sat down across from him, opening her laptop. The blank document stared back at her…mocking her. “So…what’s the plan? We’re writing a book about two people who hate each other but end up falling in love, right?”

The person I wanted beside me when things were good. And when they weren’t. The person I still wanted with every selfish, reckless, desperate part of me. I wanted all of him. His laugh, his stupid jokes, his ridiculously fine morning hair. Everything. “Careful, you look like you are in love with me.” He teased again with a smirk. “Oh, I doubt that, maybe it’s just lust.” I shrugged, teasing him back. He pulled me closer with a slight force. “Lies.” “It was at first though…” I laughed, “But somewhere along the way…”

I am lost. We stop in front of big magnificent doors. The door has a beautiful pattern on them. “Don’t forget my advice. Please the king tonight and you will be rewarded. Don’t fight the king or else he will kill you”. Lillian says. Her advice pierce thousands of needles inside my heart. The door opens and I close my eyes. Lillian lightly pushes me inside. The door closes behind me.

He seemed to suddenly feel a pain in his heart that was mixed with joy and sadness. "The truth is, he really hates fairy tales. Especially, the one about sleeping beauty." After he said that, Owen turned to him with a look of surprise on his face. "Huh? what do you mean? he doesn't like Princess Aurora?" said the young man while holding both of his hands. "I've asked him that once too, why he doesn't like fairy tales," he stopped speaking for a moment and smiled bitterly on his lips. "And what did he tell you?" Bon said as he turned to him.

It was definitely amusing. The fact that all the girls Solomon loved always ended up dead didn't sit right with me. I didn't particularly appreciate how his love story usually ended. First, it was Christiana, and then, it was Emily. I felt bad for him because he was a good person, and he deserved to be loved and cherished. I hoped Jocelyn would give him that.

Moonlight spilled silver across the herb garden, turning rosemary and lavender into pale ghosts. The convent slept—nuns in their cells, windows dark, only the distant owl calling from the pines. Lila couldn’t lie still. Her body still throbbed from the confessional: the stretch of him inside her, the hot spill on her stomach, the way his thumb had pushed between her lips like a secret she’d never confess again. She ached—between her thighs, in her chest, everywhere.

I felt warm liquids shut into me, and he moaned loudly, pulling out his shaft. Lust is written on my face. I opened my mouth, my tongue rubbing at the crown of his cock as I took in the remains. Exhausted, he lay beside me, slowly twisting my nipples as I drifted off to sleep.

he tangled his hand in my hair. “She worked in the bar we met with a gang then headed by Valentino. The deal didn't turn out well, soon enough, the bar turned into a war zone. That was the first day I killed a man you know. I killed Valentino, Cal rescued Justina from one of Valentino's boys that tried to rape her. The rest is history.” his hands left my hair and started drawing circles on my face. “Wow, that wasn't the story I was expecting.” “Tell me, do you want us to move here? So you can be closer to your new friends?’