Nasty Novels & Stories

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

The sheer beauty of them was annoying “Give me my phone,” Nate’s voice was a low, venomous thing. Kieran’s smile was a slow, deliberate curl of his lips. It didn’t reach his eyes. “I like when you get angry,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress that skated over Nate’s skin. “ It’s intoxicating.i’m getting turned on” The words hit Nate like a physical blow. He stumbled back, putting precious inches between them. “You’re fucking crazy,” he breathed, the insult sounding weak, stunned. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

"I like it." "Of course you do." My eyes narrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." but I could see right through it. "Are you saying I'm tasteless?" I taunted lifting my chin. "Because let me remind you I'm with you." Nate grinned in that way that made my heart forgets how to beat for a moment. "What I'm saying is that you wouldn't judge something hideous for your life." "That is not true!" "No? Tell me one thing you find ugly."

Chapter 66 Declaration WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “I already did, and you won’t be able to do anything about it.” “Traitor!! Fuck you Naster! I will make sure you rot in hell dumbass!” Naster laughed maniacally as if he was looking at some funny play before him, angering Oliver even more.

Aderaldo's face was flat and expressionless, but that damn bastard still looks so handsome in a black tuxedo. 'If he is a nice guy, maybe I could have fallen in love with him. Handsome face, rich, almost perfect human being. Unfortunately, the reality is not as beautiful as expected. He's just an asshole with no heart or feelings. Destroying everything at will. He's the Jerk Billionaire, Damn!' Naara thinks. Naara feels annoyed herself, subconsciously slamming the magazine she was holding onto the table. The middle-aged woman sitting at the secretary's desk jumps in surprise, coinciding with the exit of a beautiful woman from Aderaldo's office.

What’s the harm? I stub my toes on the first stair. Charlie reaches out behind her, feeling for the wall to help guide us upstairs. We’re making out again as we fall onto my bed. Charlie shimmies out of her dress and I move back on top, fitting right between her legs. She rakes her nails up over my back, pressing in just enough to hurt so good.

he said. Livey accessed the man in front of her with disgust, he was so repulsive to her that she almost threw up, his heart was greasy coupling with his ugly face and the huge mole underneath his nose wasn’t helping either. “Let go off me” she said trying to fight back.

Nadine said sounding even more disgusted than I was. “Let me have this one” she said and I fizzled into the back of my mind giving her the control she desired. Nadine was ruthless, she threw the rogue of her and stomped on it repeatedly with her limbs. Over and over again until it went limp, blood was everywhere and I was entirely sure that our white fur was so red we resembled some kind of bloody Mary remake but only the animal version.

I muttered, slouching in my seat. Driving with Cassandra was never easy, she detested driving behind coaches and big trucks due to their inability to go as fast as your average car, her aim is to swerve uncaring into another lane than serve back, completely ignoring the other cars surrounding her. All I could hear was honking, constant curses from other angry drivers. "Just great." Cassandra slammed both her hands on the wheels, an annoyed look on her face as she suddenly slowed down to the side of the pavement. "What is it?" I asked confused, looking alarmingly around us.