Navel Story Novels & Stories

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

She watched as her husband interacts with his business partners, a smile on his face. She thanked God for blessing her with Hussain. When he was introduced to her by her brother, she didn't take him seriously in fact her mind was in school. But after a while, she felt her worlds belong to him, he owns her. She sighed softly as Hussaini walked towards her, making her heart wants to rip out of her chest. She shifted in her position feeling awkward.why will he talk to her while his parents are here? "Mama. Sorry, but can I steal my baby for a minute"He asked upon reaching them. "Mara kunya, you can take her with you ."His mother replied, laughing. Nafisa wished the ground would swallow her, why

She did not know why he asked her all of a sudden. “A noble girl ran away from an arranged marriage and tries to stow away on a ship. What she hadn’t realized was that it was a famous pirate ship…” Her face became flushed. Neil chuckled at how childish she looked getting excited over a book. “I’ve read the part where the girl fell in love with the pirate but leaves to go back home. I’m really curious about what happens next.” Keanna said while she continued to eat the fruits. Neil looked at her red lips, which were glossy from the honey.

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

Lynda blushed and hid her face in Nelvan's bare chest. Lynda had tried to restrain her feelings for Nelvan. But those feelings were like water; the more they were dammed, the more they sought ways to flow. It didn't matter if the flow had reached its rightful place; everything would be fine. This wasn't the end, but merely the first chapter in a tale no one could have foreseen. Remained incomplete, a single, unwritten sentence hanging in the air, a silent promise of what was yet to come... a sentence that whispered of... destiny. "THANK YOU FOR READING."

Every sentence deepened her pain; every tear exposed the vastness of the betrayal that engulfed her. When Nelly finished her story, Naomi told hers—Anas, his disappearance, the pregnancy she didn’t know how to face, and the betrayal of the first man she had ever loved sincerely. The two women realized that fate had not brought them together by coincidence. Their wounds mirrored each other—one story told twice, but with different faces. Nelly exhaled shakily, wiped her tears, and said in a tone woven from despair and a faint stubbornness: “I don’t want to get rid of my baby… this child is the only thing I have left. No family, no one… I want to start over, away from this city. I’ll go somewhe

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging