Moaning Mess Novels & Stories

I made a deal with your father that I wouldn't speak to you for 7 months, I think he wants to get you married before then. I know you are smart but then I didn't know if you would be smart enough to understand what I said, so I wrote this because I couldn't stop worrying about you crying all day. Just play it cool till it is over, okay? Cause we're f*cking getting married when this ends. I miss you so much that it's driving me crazy, didn't know, not talking to you could be this hard; I figured they monitored our calls, and I just had to send this because I couldn't bear you being hurt. Don't forget to bring your umbrella to work, and make sure you eat properly. I love you. '' Tristin’s chin

She yelled, her voice sharp and shaky, as she struggled to loosen my grip from her hand, "Let me go, you annoying monster!" She cursed, her teeth gritted with rage, as she struggled to break free from my grip, but I paid her no attention.

"That's bull$hit. The Moon Goddess is nothing but a myth and I don't believe in all that mate crap!" "You will, once you and your wolf Roman (Ethan's wolf's name) find her." Roman growled annoyedly inside of Ethan. {R} Why is this douchebag here? {E} That's what I'd like to know. Ethan spoke internally to his inner wolf Roman, before adjusting his short dark messy hair. He was pissed that he still couldn't defeat his cousin with his mind powers. "It's been more than a century for me. Perhaps the Moon got lazy in pairing me up with someone. Well, I don't need to be paired, I have plenty of she-wolves in my club that love to entertain me, especially during the Blood Moon."

Still with the regular fire stones and all, but it's really bright. Jaden wipes sweat off his face as he punches the wall so fiercely. Maddox and Miles are in a corner. Maddox is shivering, and talking to himself, with his hands demonstrating scatteredly in the air. Maddox looks like he's going crazy, and Miles is just hovering around, trying to pacify him. "What's happening?" I whisper to Morien. Morien shakes his head in confusion. Apparently he hasn't been down here in the past hour too.

“But tonight, sweetheart… you’re the one who’s going to pay for it.” Her breath hitched deliciously. And that was when Maera walked by, paused, and said with a dry smile: “If she wasn’t already pregnant, she would be by the end of the night.” Shiloh broke into a snort of laughter, burying her face in Ronan’s chest as he groaned. “Maera,” he called after her, “you’re meant to respect your superiors.” She laughed. “Not when they’re behaving like horny adolescents.” Shiloh was still giggling as they entered the dining hall.

And why in the world did Isaac ever think it was a good idea to steal a box of Lucky Charms from a six-year-old kid in the first place? Isaac started to speak. "Come on, Damon, look, —" But someone else had something to say, the jeering voice echoing through the stillness of the majestic church. "She's just a slut and a gold digger. I don't know why anybody would marry a whore like her." And as some people agreed, Isaac knew that it's Cat M'Noo speaking. And Kyoline's face drooped, embarrassment and humiliation staining her cheeks at listening to Cat M'Noo's scornful words. But before Isaac could say another thing, Isaac noticed a-spinning white.

Monica scrutinizing gaze swiped underneath her where her stomach was covered my the blanket . She must have followed her line if vision because she replied, "It was no big deal. Just a slight pain. " she laughed weakly. "it can almost pass off as menstrual cramps." she waved it off and nudged her weakly with hospital taped decorated hand. Monica couldn't return the smile or awkward laugh. She was freaking pissed and the one thing her body is arching to do right this instance is to beat that monster to a pulp and lock him up in the cell for life!!

Her gasp of approval and moan of pleasure had me shivering with a greater need to make her moan louder. “Oh fuck! Oh… that feels” moan. “So good.” Another moan. “Yes! eat it good.” If I got any harder than I already was, it would be a medical problem. I was grunting and moaning in discomfort and a need to satisfy my heightening need for release.

I used to ask my mother how much paint we can layer on the walls of a room before the room starts to shrink. I thought that if we kept changing our minds, if we kept putting on new colors, then eventually we would have no room to move or—or breathe. In the shower, before my stylist arrives, I think I'm going to be sick. I bend over and face the stone floor with my hands on my knees, taking deep breaths to calm the riot in my stomach. It's anxiety. The last thing I want is to be at a table with David, a Luna, and an Alpha that appears to rule a pack from the underworld.

She was cunning and smart, that much was clear, but did she truly deserve that moniker? "Yes," Mona confirmed, her gaze turning sharp and assessing, pulling me from my reverie. "Fear is a powerful motivator, don't you agree? And a catchy moniker certainly helps in cultivating that." She paused, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Though, I must admit, 'Stone Bitch' lacks a certain elegance." I gaped at her, genuinely shocked. "You find it dull?" She waved her hand flippantly. "Dull, boring, unoriginal, all of the above. They could have at least given me something really catchy."