Music Lovers Novels & Stories

“Love you.” “Love you too.” He smiled, lazy and satisfied. “But, do you think they heard us?” “I thought you said it doesn’t matter? They probably heard, but fuck it. It’s worth it.”

"What aspect of me were you going to talk to Liv about?" "About how come your sense of observation has gotten so dull of late, Lucas." "And what would she tell you?" "Oh, a lot of things. Bordering on your sex life with her. Maybe now that you have someone who is loyal to you, she will do anything to make you pleased with her. Even going extremes to satisfy you in bed. And last I heard, a lot of that actually dulls the brain. "

Tease. He laughs until I silence him with my tongue, plunging it into his mouth. Still, I have to admit, I really like the idea myself. It certainly beats playing watchdog all the time The sound of moaning in my ears. Sweat covering my whole body. The telltale slap of flesh against flesh loud throughout the room. A wet cunt gripping my cock and a hard dick shoving into my ass. My definition of heaven. Nothing beats coming, wedged between the two people I love the most in

“It’s how we stay solvent.” “No.” He smiled. “You are a great many things at this table. Forgettable isn’t among them.” There it was. The first knock on the door. He knew. I was certain the way I’m certain of a room, and the certainty came with a decision. He wasn’t going to say it, and neither was I, and the whole dinner was going to be the two of us not saying it while everyone else ate. He turned his glass. “Do you follow the season here? The weddings, mostly. Monaco loves a wedding. All that hope, publicly notarised.”

"Don't make this difficult, Ruth. You know I have plenty of ways to make you sign 'willingly,' right?" I glared at him, my hatred boiling over. But in the end, I lowered my head and signed my name on the last page of each document. But at the very end of my name, I used my fingernail to make the smallest, nearly imperceptible dot. This was a secret mark that only Moira would recognize. It was a code from our school days. If we ever had to sign something against our will, we would leave that tiny mark beneath our names.

Distant rumblings and ejections created from Wren and Luna practically shook everything within the underground fight club to it’s core. The spectators watched, mouths foaming whilst watering, eyes glued to every entranced scenery, muscled puffed up in excitement as they roared in pleasure never as came a night this wild before.

I showered off his smell and his touch, I hated this part, I didn’t want to have to shower it away every time, but I also couldn’t just risk anyone being able to get a whiff of his scent on my fur. I was an emotional wreck as I lay in my bed after my shower. I didn’t know how much longer I could take all of this. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly hide this big secret of mine, it was literally eating away at me. My mind was ticking away and I struggled to wind down. I needed some sort of distraction to help me sleep so I plugged in my headphones and dozed off listening to my favourite band, The Fray, whilst my mind also consumed him yet again…

The guitar players on either side were not bad looking either, Raven noted, a pretty blonde man, who flirted with the crowds provocatively with his guitar, and the bass player, shaved head and tattoos, who Raven suspected hit the gym as often as Shadow did. Yeah, he could understand the crowds. The band definitely had sex appeal and could play. He was not sure if he liked the music, but it had an almost physical effect on him with its energy and volume. He wanted to start a fight, or to f-k, and hard, now, right now, with vigour. He finished his beer and decided not to risk losing his spot by returning to the bar, at least whilst Temptation was on.

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance The drive home was noisy and booming as the two ladies high their radio set. Causing even the trees to dance to their beats. The wind blew harder than usual...the evening breeze was not soothing at all. Go faster already, it's 6pm. Sylvia yelled on top of her voice. Stop yelling, idoit. Roxanne glared at her. How can I? The music is on volume 100. Sylvia stuck out her tongue at Roxanne.