Moaning Mess Novels & Stories

Mona looked genuinely amazed. “I honestly can’t tell whether you two just fought or attended group therapy together.” Monica rubbed the back of her neck with embarrassment. “Stop making fun of me.” Then she sighed tiredly and finally dropped onto the couch. “I’ve just been stressed lately.”

Fuck. Grazing her ear with my lips I whisper, "Don't cry." My words release a torrent of gut-wrenching sobs and I hold on, keeping her tightly wrapped in my arms while the warm water cascades over us. I offer comfort, but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that this is a dream cascade through my brain. Monroe knew. Somehow... someway... he found Hooriya because he knew. And she's Monroe's slave. Fuck, fuck.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Monet leaned in, the neon pink lights reflecting off the gold rims of her glass. "Girl, my phone has been blowing up since six this morning," Monet shouted over the beat, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve got clients I haven’t heard from in years suddenly asking if I can 'squeeze them in' just so they can ask if I really know the girl on Damien Blackwood’s arm."

BRIAN POV I should be long asleep when the text message sounds. It’s Cain, of course, not Moona. My heart thumps at the possibility that she’s already decimated his patience. Maybe she’s already descended into hissing monster Moona and he’s thought better of his offer. Maybe it wouldn’t entirely be such a bad thing, having to bring her back here.

Toni coldly responds and I can tell she is about to punch a bitch in the face. “Igor, please escort Mona out and make sure she grabs everything of hers on the way out as she is no longer welcomed here.” I instruct. “What? Are you serious? What about my job?” Mona screeches in protest. “Do you seriously think you have a job after the stunt you just pulled? Yeah, you’re delusional Mona and I seriously think you should consider getting professional help.” I reply as Igor’s large figure approaches Mona who begins slamming her fists on Igor as he attempts to get her to leave without roughhousing her.

Have a safe drive home. "We will. Shall we Monalisa? "Take care ma'am " Jayden and Monalisa returned back to his car. "So what's wrong with you? What's the bad mood? "You're going to laugh at me so no need letting you know" "And why would I laugh at you? "I know you Monalisa. you won't help me out, so let's just not talk about it " "Tell me, maybe I could be of help to you " "Really? Fine. I'm horny and I want to fuck someone real good. My dick is up and burning. My trouser is so tight and I'm hurting. Now you know, you can just sit and zip it because I know...you ain't going to help matters "

she yelled back, laughing as she ran. "I’ll slaughter you like a guinea pig if you show your face again!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky before heading back inside, muttering, "What’s with that girl?" He couldn’t help but chuckle. Bisila walked down the street, still grinning. She reached into her pocket, feeling the freshly earned payment. Up ahead, a bar came into view, its large sign glowing: **DONNIE AND THE BAR.** Inside, a few men sat scattered around with drinks, talking loudly. One of them noticed her at the door.

I know I have seen this before I just can’t place it at the moment. “OH Fuck.” I hear Mona mutter. “Well I guess we have our missing piece don’t we.” Shane says “Shit.”

"Massive blood loss... fetal heartbeat has stopped..." This time, the miscarriage was real. Back at the manor, my mother collapsed into her bed. The family doctor said she'd suffered a massive psychological shock and needed to rest. From that moment on, I officially took over all Santoro family business. The first thing I did was use every resource I had to find Thea. "Anything?" I asked Marco, my head of intelligence. "Boss, we tracked Miss Monroe to a flight she bought to Switzerland." "Switzerland?" I frowned. "Is she there?"