Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

" I simply smiled and didn't respond. Once I had quietly taken care of everything, I said my goodbyes to my parents. Those years of marriage had built a wall around me. Now, I was ready to break free and face the world. I later heard that Blake had returned to his home country. The elders in his family hadn't let go. They surrounded him with their loyal aides, relentlessly trying to claw back any benefit they could reap from him. But Blake had become like a caged animal set loose, taking twisted pleasure in hurting others, leaving a trail of misery for everyone who once cared for him. I stopped keeping track after that. Driven by the call of my soul, I ventured into the mesmerizing Arctica.

I messaged Nina, “I think the stud left.” She confirmed it and added, “Just had a complaint about noisy sex from a room on the floor below your ‘friends.’ They didn’t know which room, fortunately. Imagine having to front someone about that. Lucky lady, I say!” I shot back, “Is that one of your fantasies, then? A stranger, a friend, or maybe a lesbian encounter?” After a while, she replied, “You might be surprised by what I’d consider, in the right circumstances with the right person. This is weird flirting, by the way.”

Please feel free to read my completed books on this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem The Debt Collector My Boss is Clueless The Wrong Brother A Chaotic Flower The Ugly One Excuse Me, I Quit! And my two ongoing books: Stalking Aaron Conquering the Bad Boy + Bonus story attached ( Lily Hates Me)

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

“Yes… but please turn it off right now. You shouldn’t be watching that!” “But it’s so fucking hot, Aunt… I’m still rock hard because of it.” She looked mortified. “I thought they deleted everything. They promised!” “Aunt, nothing ever really disappears from the internet. You know that.” She sighed deeply and sat on the edge of my bed, close enough that her thigh pressed against mine. The scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of my cum in the air. “Yeah… I guess I should have known better. I was only 18, desperate for college money. Answered a modeling ad that turned out to be p**n. I needed the cash so badly I went through with it. When I finally got a real job I paid them back and deman

And under the quiet night sky, with the city shining beneath them, Amara finally understood something. Some stories didn't begin with love. Some began with a wrong turn. A dangerous road. A boy everyone warned her about. And one motorcycle ride she almost never took. But somehow, that was enough. The End.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.