Novel & Cerita Luststories

Even in the room, the music was loud, we danced some more, their hands were all over me, touching my skin as I swayed my hips, Rain was behind me and Storm was in front, Storm's hands caressed my thighs as he raised my dress, kissing my neck, Rain cupped my breast from behind pulling me tight to him I could feel his bulge pushing against my ass. My hands softly touched Storms' chest his body was so warm, I looked deep into his eyes as he kissed my full lips, his tongue exploring my mouth as Rain sucked on my neck this drove me insane with lust, Rain lifted my dress over my head, the dress was backless so I wore no bra, my thong panties were soaking wet, as rain pulled them off smelling them

Two more women had died… and they were all his girlfriends? As if ominously hearing my question, Liam answered, “No, they were not my girlfriends. They just happened to be captured in an article with me. One was an obsessed fan of mine. Her name was Jayne Mansfield. She would occasionally send me gifts, write threatening letters when I don't respond and even try to break into my house just to see me.” I paled. Revulsion twisting the insides of my stomach. This one sounded a lot like my stalker, just that mine surely wasn't a fan of me.

“You better wish I don’t catch you, Lust! I’ll push you down here!” Luster yelled in surprise when he saw me almost catching him. He took a sharp turn which I didn’t expect, so I lost grasp on him. He laughed triumphantly while I cursed. I tried to halt so I could turn, but then Luster’s yell resounded across the lake. “Leil!” “Serves you right, bastard!” It seemed he was caught by Leilani. He probably didn’t see her coming because he was too occupied with avoiding me. I fell on the frozen lake, laughing so hard when the place where Luster fell cracked. He hurriedly stood up and kept on slipping. Leilani took pity on him and started helping him, but she didn’t stop laughing.

Lisa stood before her ornate mirror, the soft glow of candlelight casting a golden hue over her room. Her emerald gown clung perfectly to her frame, the shimmering fabric accentuating her curves. She adjusted her earrings with steady hands, her reflection revealing a look of determination. Tonight was the council meeting where Oliver would formally address the pack. Rumors had swirled about him confirming his mate, but Lisa dismissed them as nonsense. She was certain that Oliver had no one in his heart, not any she’s aware of. She had worked tirelessly to position herself close to him, earning his trust and proving her loyalty to the pack. This evening felt like the culmination of her effort

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

The outside world ceases to exist as their hearts beat as one, their souls entangled in a dance of love and desire. Under the starlit sky, Dominic and Elizabeth discover a universe within each other. With every touch, every whispered word, they unravel the layers of their hearts, creating a bond that transcends time and space. Lora and Scarlet walk together, finally arriving at Lora's bedroom. Scarlet closes the door behind them, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and confidentiality. Lora's mind is consumed by her plan, her determination unwavering. "I can't let that maid marry Dominic," Lora declares, her voice dripping with urgency. "It's about the reputation of our family."

“By the way, I was just curious to know who the pretty chick from yesterday was?” “Who?” I asked, pretending not to know that he was speaking of Ella. “The fact that you spent that much time with her in your office had me wondering if she was the next target…” he chuckled mischievously, as he said those words. “Alright… that's enough. She's an artist, and she came to talk business.” I disliked it when Lucas spoke of struggle with my sexual addiction in that way. “There's nothing more to it. We'll talk when I get to the office.”

Elena, at 32, with her curvaceous figure, sharp green eyes, and cascading auburn hair, had always prided herself on being the perfect wife: supportive, sexy, and fiercely loyal. Yet, the spark in their marriage had faded, replaced by routine and unspoken resentments. Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard before diving into his email inbox. What she found hit her like a freight train. Not just one affair, but a meticulously constructed double life spanning three years. Emails from Lila Reynolds, his sultry blonde assistant, detailed everything: passionate weekends in luxury hotels, hidden bank accounts funding her lavish lifestyle, even discussions about leaving Elena for a fresh start. Pho

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.

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…”