Moaning Mess Novels & Stories

Rage flows through me as he keeps sniffing my hair at the back. "Let me go!" I yelled. "Come on~ I know you're liking it." I can't smack his face at this position. I don't have any more strength to fight back but I'm doing my best to do so. Remember Serena, you need to protect yourself. I closed my eyes as those monsters tried to invade my mind again. With all force, I stomp his feet causing him to groan in pain while smiling. Is he on drugs? "Bastard."

The veins in Lucus head were popping out in rage, but Moni just stood there in silence with a stupid look of annoyance on her face, then she busted out in laughter. "Are you done yet? Seriously, it took you a full year to realize it. Man, guys like you are so easy to control! Oh my god!" She laughs dramatically, holding her stomach. Lucus just watches her, dumbfounded by what he is seeing. To say he is frustrated is an understatement.

"I… I need time to analyze it…" "Analyze my ass!" Peter slammed the table. "The clients are about to storm the company. Fix it. Now!" I closed the video and leisurely brewed myself a pot of tea. My phone rang again. It was Oliver. "Rex, something terrible has happened. The system has completely collapsed. Can you come help? We'll double your compensation!" I calmly hung up and set my phone to silent. By noon, the internal company group chat had erupted. Jason actually posted a message: [@Rex, the system has encountered a serious issue. Could you please come back and help resolve it? It's extremely urgent!]

Chloe shrugged carelessly, picking on the bones in front of her. Monique stood there for a while, fuming. "Ugh. You are so frustrating!" she screamed again before turning toward the door, "I won't be bothered by this, you explain to Mother yourself why you failed in your mission. And you better clean this mess before she gets here. If I see one bone in this place, I am going to rip you to pieces. Do you understand?" Without waiting for an answer, Monique was already out the door, slamming the door loudly behind her. Silence filled the room and Minho had to listen to Chloe's God-forsaken chewing before she turned to him.

“Mademoiselle Tedd!” a woman calls, mispronouncing her name, but she lets it slide, hoping it was merely the accent. Monica loo6k over to see the woman with the dead cat on her head, although as she approaches, she thinks it’s faux fur. Either that, or a badly stuffed mongoose. “What a delightful set!” “Mille merci,” Monica replies, dipping her chin deferentially. After all, sucking

"Okay, fine. I was a rebel. Happy?" "No. Say it properly. It was Veena, you, Messiah—" "How are you going to walk past that? Messiah is the shittiest. More than Veena actually," Boraxip argued. "Okay, I'll take that," Mom said. "Because I know now it's true," she giggled. "You've met...Uncle Messiah?" Monde spoke up with a frown, eyeing my mom. All traces of humour were gone between the two lovebirds as they quickly shared a look.

he called out, his voice firm but laced with a hint of annoyance. A weak voice responded, barely audible. “Caleb…please…help me.” Caleb’s expression twisted in irritation. “What’s going on, Monica? Why are you begging?” Monica’s voice cracked, desperation seeping into her words. “I need…water…food…please, Caleb. I can’t take it anymore.” Caleb snorted, his eyes rolling in disgust. “You should have thought of that before,.” Monica’s voice rose, a faint hint of anger amidst the desperation.

The caption on the underground fighting gossip blog was so vicious: “IS THE UNDEFEATED CHAMP'S BEST FRIEND MORE THAN JUST A FRIEND?” By nine in the morning, Noah’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. First it was a client asking if everything was okay. Then another message from a design associate who had seen something online, to a polite but pointed email from the firm that handled one of his biggest luxury projects, requesting a quick call to discuss optics. Noah sat on the edge of his bed still in the clothes he had worn after leaving Zach’s place, staring at the screen until the words blurred in his vision, his stomach felt empty. Every careful piece of his professional life he'd built suddenly

My stomach growled loudly and my mouth filled with water as my eyes fell on the delicious cookies. We both went to the table and took our seats. I grabbed a cookie and took a huge bite. I moaned as the flavor of fresh vanilla with sweet chocolate burst into my mouth. Chris leaned over towards my ear and cleared his throat. I looked at him with a raised brow and annoyed look. Chris: If you moan again candy, I swear to God I will fuck you right here on this table and in front of everyone. My eyes widened as he whispered into my ear. I slapped his arm playfully and he chuckled.

Meoni whispered, her large brown eyes becoming glassy and unfocused as she slowly rose herself back up, seemingly lost into a vivid nightmare rolling right before her very eyes, her breathing quickening. "We are damned,"