Mumbled Novels & Stories

"What do I do, huh?" he nips softly on the skin of my neck as he thrusts in and out of me gently, holding onto me as though I was the most delicate thing in the world. "Tell me how to make it right, baby." He mumbled into my neck, his strokes growing deeper. My eyes met his vulnerable grey ones, and as I looked into the eyes of the man who broke me, I couldn't hold his gaze much longer because of how they seemingly appealed to me and made me waver. Pressing a kiss to his jaw, I whispered, suppressing a moan. "Bandages don't x bullet holes. You cannot x what you have already broken, Sean Wellington, because it's unxable." •••• Sekani Salvador never knew wh

With his height towering over her, he took gentle strands around her like a predator caging in his prey. “I'm sorry,” Ashley mumbled from her frightened and confused mind. “What are you sorry for,” He asked as he kept circling her. She was naive and innocent and that mere fact about her drove him insane, drove his wolf crazy. But how can he be so fascinated by someone who is not his mate he pondered. “What's your name?” he asked her in his hoarse voice. “Ashley, she replied calmly not daring to lift her face to meet his. “Sorry does not cut it, Ashley, you have seen me naked and it's only fair that I see you too,” he said, subconsciously running his hand

"I hate you Mason Livingston," I mumbled breathlessly, my knuckles wound tightly around his collar, as my knees threatened to buckle under me. "I know," his throaty whisper threatened to undo the very last of my resistance. I had to resist him, I had to resist his kiss, his touch, his smell, I had to resist him. He broke my heart before. "But just for tonight," he brushed his lips lightly against mine and the very last shred of resistance gave way. "Just for tonight Imogen, I want to feel your passion, raw and untamed..." Just for tonight... Was my last thought before he claimed my lips with fiery passion.

On New Year's Eve, my girlfriend of three years, Gina Jarrey, invited me to her place for dinner with her family. Before I could even take a bite, she drugged me and left me half-conscious. She mumbled, "If we don't pay them back, they're going to cut off my brother's hand. I had no other choice but to hand you over. Don't blame me for this. You're just unlucky for having a face identical to the man Ms. Carmelia Sanders is obsessed with. Once my brother's gambling debts are cleared, you might even end up living the high life. It's a win-win!" My mind drifted in and out as her entire family handed me over and sent me to a mansion that looked eerily familiar.

“Should I just burn this house down with them?” I mumbled, watching my boyfriend getting fucked. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as they sprang apart, their eyes widening at the sight of me. “Shit” I cursed, “hold on” I smiled at them, picking up the call “hello! Not a good day to you. I’m at priest Paul’s house whoever you may be, please let me call you back” I rushed, ending the call without waiting for a reply. “W what are you doing here? How?” I gesture towards the opened door, “you should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two old priests groan horribly, especially

“I am betrothed to marry you…” Esmé mumbled, shivering from her shoulders down her spine. Maybe it was because her clothes were soaked from the rain or the cold stare that the man was grazing towards her—piercing, cold, and judging. "You’re sexy underneath those already-drenched clothes. I could understand if you wanted to tempt me. But you’re crazy enough to tell me you’re marrying me,” he said with a smirk. She never thought she’d be on her knees in front of any man, crying and begging for him to take her in. Left with no options but to beg for shelter at the hands of the most dangerous mafia in their city, Esmé lets go of shame and pride just to talk

"You're never going to see my worth, are you?" Layla mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "There's hardly any," her husband, Donald pouted mockingly and bursted into laughter, his mistress beside him joined in the jest. "Why not divorce me then?" She blurted. "Because you can't survive without me, you're a charity case, I'm taking pity on you by keeping you here,don't jeopardize that." "What if I can survive without you Donald?" "I'm sure you can't." He laughed. "Should we get a divorce and see then?" The words left Layla's mouth before she could hold it back. ** Layla thought she’d built a forever, despite being aware of her husband's infideli

“You are so hot, doll,” He gruffed. “I have no idea how I managed to hold on for a fucking week.” “So you find me attractive?” I half-moaned and half-asked. “Attractive is an understatement,” Niccolo mumbled against my tit. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Pleasure tinged with elation simmered within me at his response, causing my panties to become more saturated with addictive lust. “I want to eat you out, doll,” Niccolo uttered, as he removed his mouth from my breast. “Will you let me?” + When Talia Wilson’s dormitory is suddenly gutted by fire, she is forced to stay with her father’s hot, younger friend, Niccolo Gonzalez

Blurb The downpour washed the dark alleys of Ole Keating Village like Jupiter is wrathful towards the small town. Every time the lightning slashes the skies sending frightening thunders everywhere, the little boy’s strides become faster. “You’ve got nowhere to run, boy.” He harshly covered his ears just to get away from the taunting voice. The heavy rain somehow managed to wipe the blood from his body yet the pain unrelenting to grow. He fell on his knees resulting in another painful and ugly scratch to bleed. He looks like a beaten rag. He hasn’t eaten for days and the fearsome encounter he just escapes didn’t guarantee his safety. Even limping, he tried to get on his feet just to st

She was afraid to fall in love. He never lowered the walls of his heart, afraid to face betrayal. Both were busy chasing away the demons of their sleepless nights not knowing when their lives entangled and they crashed into each other, seeking solace from the treacherous world. Valerie Ambrose bumped into Damon Lysander at a downtown club. Eyes met, sparks flew, heat rose, and they ended up having a one-night stand. _ "I don't have cash on me. I forgot my wallet." He slurred, his crystal blue eyes bloodshot red as he stared directly into my eyes, for a moment I thought he was sober, but then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. "Now are you still i