Night Time Story For Adults Novels & Stories

Two years apart, and it’s impossible to believe he didn’t fall for someone else during that time. It was already 8 p.m. when I arrived at Ravi’s house. I could still hear the housemaids talking downstairs, but I didn’t bother greeting them. I went straight to my room, took a bath, and soaked my body in warm water. It gave me a small sense of comfort. I stayed in the tub for almost thirty minutes before deciding to properly shower. I changed into a lavender nightdress, turned down the AC, cracked open the small glass window above the larger one to let in fresh air, then sat by my bed. I opened two cans of beer and started drinking.

“Mommy, do you want to go upstairs and be the third wheel?” Luna was mum for a moment before she cleared her throat. “How long have they been up there?” “Around half an hour.” Neil sighed. “Mommy, do you think we can still spend the night at Godmother’s house tonight? I saw her crying in her boyfriend’s arms just now, and both of them were laughing and crying.” He switched to a more comfortable position and swung his short little legs in the air. “Are dating adults so emotional?” Luna rolled her eyes at him. “You won’t understand.”

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

Before my head started to spin, I chuckled like a maniac and somehow found a way to the outside. It was almost past might night, the wind was cold, and it was hitting my face with different shreds. I let go of my sandals and walked bare legs. I reached over a bridge from where I could see the sky full of stars, which felt close to nature. I wish I could go to the mountains and explore life there more. It was a momentous feeling when I found myself shivering. The sky suddenly became draped with stars, and the night went silent. The moon was all high; it was a full moon, and it was looking lovely, but it made me tense somehow. I remember my grandma telling stories about werewolves and Dracula

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

I told him a lot of stories, but he still refused to sleep. In the end, I was sleepy. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was almost 11 o'clock. I helplessly looked at Elvis and asked, "Why don't you sleep tonight, Elvis?" My saliva had dried up. I really didn't know why the little guy's big round eyes were still so energetic. To my surprise, Elvis got into my arms and hugged my waist, saying, "Mommy. I might be too excited today. You're here in my bedroom today to tell me stories at night. That's great!"

“You don't have to know. Sleep for now and tomorrow, and prepare yourself. You will be introduced to the pack.” I was expecting that he would lay down beside me since we were pretending that we were loving mates, but to my dismay, he turned off the light and stepped outside. Even when midnight struck, Alpha Percival did not return to my room. Where did he go? I did not have any idea at all.

But I believed him. In the third month of my tenure, the director called me into his office and said that due to the shortage of medical staff, they were short on personnel for the night shifts. He insisted that working night shifts was an essential experience if I wanted to become vice-director. I believed him and accepted without hesitation. That night, I finished my rounds around eleven o'clock and was passing by the break room when I heard something... unusual. It was a sound I knew well. But now, hearing it in the break room, my mind raced.

She finally blinked, turning away from me to grab the broom from the corner of the kitchen without making eye contact. “It's a myth,” she muttered, her back still turned. “A myth,” I repeated, not buying it for a second. “An old one.” She swept the broken glass into a neat pile, her movements tight and forced. “The elders used to tell it to the pups to keep them from wandering out into the woods at night. A scary name, a scary story. That's all it is.” “So I just happened to have a horrific nightmare about a bedtime story I've never even heard before?”

"You don't remember me. And I'm too old for them, but... Can you tell me a bedtime story? About anything." His daddy didn't laugh, ridicule him or hang up. There was a strange sound from the other end of the line before the man spoke quietly. "... course I'll tell you a bedtime story. Anytime." (If he wasn't so young and overwhelmed, he would've noticed how much of a struggle each word as.) "... upon a time, there was a brave pilot, who crash-landed in the desert and met a strange but kind boy. ... boy came from a planet far away ..." (1)