Mm Novel Novels & Stories

Conrad Vladmoss POV I have been in this hotel room for three days, the curtains drawn tight against the outside world. Maps are spread across the bed, cluttered with markings and circled towns, each one a potential hiding spot or a place to find him. Cold coffee sits on the desk beside my laptop, which displays seventeen browser tabs I’ve long since stopped pretending to read. An ashtray holds two abandoned cigarettes, both smoked only briefly; I don’t smoke, not really. I picked up the habit three days ago when the walls started feeling smaller, when the space around me became suffocating, and I’ll drop it again the moment this is over.

Kale pov So I might have slipped up a little and given my nephew the fact that I was the one talking to him on the hotline. Yeah, big mistake. I honestly did not know that was where Miles worked. A few months back, when the obsession with him started eating me alive every single night, I downloaded the app on a whim. Anonymous. Just voices and filthy words to take the edge off. That’s when I met James. Cute guy. Good at the role-play. He called me Daddy without hesitation, moaned prettily when I described bending him over, and never once made it weird. It was easy. Detached. Exactly what I needed to keep Miles out of my head.

David chuckled and went out of the room. Wunmi sat in her hotel room, reading one of the novels she got from a book store nearby. She took her phone and replied some messages on her chats and dropped the phone. She was still reading when she heard a noise from a part of the hotel, like a man was shouting at someone to open a door. She shrugged and faced her book. Not long, She heard a bang at the window. A little afraid, she stood up and carried a flower vase and stood beside the window. The window opened and a man jumped inside the room putting on only boxers.

I wondered how she felt being here everyday; cleaning the spot he'll never return to, making a home for a god who probably no longer remembered she existed. She was just one insignificant little fly in his whirlpool of women. The dark colours of wine and black painted the walls and gave it a domineering atmosphere. It was my father's favourite color. I made my way to the shelf– luckily, it was arranged alphabetically so I easily traced the ‘M’ alphabet to find the pages about mates. Damien Cross. I chuckled when his lustful gaze flashed in my thoughts sending a surge of energy through my veins. Was that supposed to be normal? He was one delicious meal that was almost irresistible.

She flashed a smile at him. She is pretty and thin but he never hooked up with her. She’s not just his type. Who is his trip? The thought of the nerd made him close his eyes tightly. He shook his head and smiled back at Leila, instantly making her blush. “Can you help us at camp?” he said and looked away. He frowned as he bowed. It stole a glance and avoided again. Geez, is stealing glances and avoiding them a trend now? Or are women really that big and he just didn’t notice? Or maybe that was normal and he just remembered something from that mannerism?

This Book may be triggering for some. It is impeached with Loads of erotic content, BDSM languages and Matured content I suggest that you stay of this book if younger than 21. Nuella sat in front of her big-size mirror arranging and touching her makeup. Her actions were suddenly interrupted by the knock that came on her door. She didn't have to ask to know who was at the door. "Come in." She responded dabbing repeatedly on her makeup.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Before I could respond, Nimo said, "Mamma is wearing a skirt and top, Nonna Vonica." Vonica? "And no one will mind her walking naked. We were werewolves, and nudity is common between us, right, Nonno Leo? He asked, to which Nonno nodded his head. Nimo winked at him and gave him a high five, something that he had thought about Nonno Leo yesterday. "You’re approving this shit?" Nonna Monica asked her brother. "When Simo doesn’t have any issue with it. I don’t see any reason to keep poking my nose into their affair. Also, I learned long before that size of cloth has nothing to do with the character of people. He spoke in my favor.

I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely “She turns 18 tomorrow she will find her mate at midnight tonight after her first shift don’t do anything yet but keep her close grovel apologize whatever it takes just keep her close” and with that he hangs up leaving my head swimming even more and the anger even more noticeable. The door bell rings and Kelly answers it calling out food and Shannon the omega is here so I put on my best performance and get to work. Nova’s POV

Twins watched rapt, holes milking vibrators in mimic agony, the room thick with moans and slaps. ‎Cassian looked up at the boys and asked, “do I let him cum?” The boys shook their head and Cassian laughed sinisterly, “See Elsame, your cock is going to explode cause there's no cumming for you. I'm going to explore and feast on your very beautiful hole.”