Nasty Books Novels & Stories

he suddenly asked. Phoenix almost spilled the alcohol out of his mouth. Daniel chuckled. “I’m too old, boy. I can tell if a man was obsessed with a woman with just one look.” Obsessed? He’s obsessed with that stripper? Not a chance. Nic wanted to laugh. That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even know that woman! “No, Dad. You’re mistaken. There is no woman. It’s just work, I swear.” He winced. “And now you sounded defensive.” Daniel let out a chuckle.

She only smiled wickedly. “God, you’re so perfect,” Natalie purred at me, ignoring her daughter. Cassie’s voice was sharp, fake-sweet. “Sorry to interrupt.” But she wasn’t sorry. And I wasn’t sure why shame twisted inside me. “You aren’t pardoned,” Natalie said coolly. “If you’d walked in later, you would’ve seen your mother getting fucked.” Cassie’s eyes darkened. “Then maybe I should’ve waited.” The tension was electric. My chest ached with it.

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational? “And why would you say that, Sabrina?” She smacked her tongue and looked at me. I opened my eyes to meet her crazy stare and I felt chills. “Maybe because you are my sister. This is some type of forbidden romance.” What the fuck was I saying? “Oh really, was that what the books called it? I wonder what you will call it after I make you cum with your boobs.”

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

The woman retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. "Really? Well, keep dreaming that," Bienley said, giving the girls the same sarcastic chuckle, which sparked another outrage. "You know what, I'm not gay, and whenever a girl catches my eye, my dick usually goes wild. But looking at all of you, I'd rather fuck a lamppost." Bienley casually continued, boldly staring at their chests and the short skirts they were wearing. "Have you heard about the Casanova?" After receiving no response from the tongue-tied girls, he went on.

He chuckles low and mocking while steeping closer as the scent of his cologne hits me— musky, masculine and I swear my pussy twitches. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But we both know who's really close here.” Brian stance shifts and I can’t stop staring at the way his pants hug his thighs. Fuck, is that a bulge? No, stop it, Jane. This is ridiculous. I hate this feeling and this betrayal from my own body. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snap, grabbing my folder and turning my heel. “We’re done here.” I stormed out while my face was burning and my pulse racing.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. Specifically, this book may have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, kīdnapping, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This will be your only warning. For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned!