Moaning Mess Novels & Stories

She clearly wasn’t impressed. “Well, I hope you’ve inhaled enough fresh air because you’re not leaving me alone again. Mandy’s back in their villa. She said she needs to tuck Dex in. What’s the point of having a mate if he can’t do that for one night!” Monee complained, fishing a glass of wine from the roaming server. Greg imitated her and took a drink of his own. “Oh, no freaking way!” Monee exclaimed again. Her expletive gained the attention of a few guests. She simply shrugged and flipped her hair.

The street lights flickered past, Luca’s jaw locked, his eyes forward, his hands trembling on his gun. Noa’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. A message. Got your monster. Try and take him. -D. The van swerved as Noa’s scream split the night.

"Is everything alright, Mistress?" "I have reasons to be here or I wouldn't be here." Scarlett hissed angrily and stormed into the small old house. She turned and glared at the woman. Monah wouldn't be more than fifty-years-old. She looks small and frail but rumors gas it that her status is decieving. Monah followed her inside, "That's my mistake for asking such stupid question, Mistress, forgive me." Scarlett nodded, taking a seat at the other side of the room. "How was the herbs I gave you three weeks ago?"

“But she's—” “I said chop.” The screams continued. It sounded pleading now. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone was clear; it was filled with begging, crying, and muffled screams. Then a different sound rose, this time a moan. It wasn’t a cry of pain. It was a cry that every adult could immediately understand. That made Mona's stomach lurch and her skin crawl. The moans mixed with the screams, tangled together. She looked at Gabriella with teary eyes, but Gabriella's face was stone.

"And wolves don't let go of what’s theirs." The monitor spiked… a fast, steady rhythm. I was back. And the real burn was just beginning.

Then she leans forward eagerly. "So—" "No." "—how many times?" Silence. Absolute horrified silence. Mike chokes violently on his coffee. Jenny's eyes go huge. Dad closes his eyes like he's apologizing directly to the Moon Goddess. "What," I hiss, "is WRONG with you?" Mom blinks innocently. "I'm asking a perfectly normal question." "It is NOT a normal breakfast question!" Beside me, Aiden coughs into his fist suspiciously like he's hiding a smile.

While public opinion was at its peak, Cole sent me a message, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. [See that, Sadie? This is what happens when you go against me. It doesn’t feel great being targeted online, doesn’t it? Even though we’ve broken up, I’m willing to give you a chance for old times’ sake. If you transfer the car and house to my name, I’ll post a clarification for you and say everything was just a misunderstanding. [Otherwise, just wait to be completely ruined. You got me sent to jail and even caused me to lose a leg. Being compensated is only fair.]

Maon was handed another jar of the same stuff. Malik eyed Jacob and the man shook his head. Terror was on his face as he continued to speak the powerful words softly. Jenna suddenly felt an orgasmic surge of pain and her body began to rearrange itself. She fell to her knees and laughed manically, believing she had already won. Maon was not enjoying the sensations so much as Jenna. He was light headed and he started to fear that he may pass out. He was pissed and knew that Jenna would think he was weak.

He groaned, pulling out and slamming into me again, his hands on my hips to keep me steady. "God, Marcello!" I moaned into the bedsheets. One of his hands left my lips, tangled my hair in his hand, and pulled, arching my back. Normally, I'd be embarrassed in this position, but all I think about is Marc driving into me like a madman.