No Limits Book Novels & Stories

I ask confuse, but amuse. “I don’t know.” She laughs “But this is what I know, don’t aim for third, it’s too cheap and at the cause of that, your mentality will be limited. Leaving you with fourth position or worst. Instead, aim for the first position. Now, even if you don’t reach that position —which I’m not praying for that to happen— you will fall among the second or third position. That way, you won’t be limited. Think about it.” She explains. “Wow, that’s raw wisdom right there.” I appreciate her, absorbing all what Omoh has said.

Eventually, I'd choose an illustration for the book cover. What no one knew—not my mother, certainly not the professor—was that I'd already published six e-books under a pseudonym and was drafting my seventh. The anonymity freed me to imagine without limits. The mere thought of my mother or that stuffy professor reading my adult content made me want to die.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

Fuck! "Give me that limited edition!" I said annoyed. "No! You said 'you can buy your own things' so buy yours." He said with a smile and I could clearly see his dimples appearing and his killer smile. "I want that! There is no limited edition in the bookstore!" Instead of giving it to me, he just shook his head at me while making a no-no sign. I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine! I'll buy it, make the price triple or quadruple, I don't care just give that book to me!" I am desperate. Just imagine the limited edition of the book you really want is already within your reach but our boss doesn't want to give it to you.

Later that afternoon, Eamon approached her while she was checking the trap line ledger. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he admitted. “About rules controlling insiders.” “And?” “I still think we need something written.” She nodded. “I don’t disagree.” He blinked. “You don’t?” “No.” His confusion was almost funny. “Then why argue with me last night?” “Because of what you want written.” He folded his arms. “Which is?” “Limits,” she said. “And you think that’s wrong?” “No.” “But incomplete.” He frowned. “How?”

Someone who genuinely cared about what happened next. "Hard limits first, things you absolutely will not do," he said, pulling out a small notebook that surprised me. I swallowed hard and tried to think past the buzzing in my head, past the way my body was already responding to just being in this room with him. "No permanent marks, no degradation about my family, no blood play." I paused and forced myself to meet his eyes. "No sharing."

A financial settlement at the end that was large enough to change the trajectory of my entire life. Everything was precise. It was written like a merger between two global conglomerates instead of a union between two human beings. There was no mention of love, no mention of companionship, and certainly no mention of a home. I turned another page slowly, the crisp sound of the paper echoing in the silence of the suite. Killian had not moved an inch since I started reading. He sat across from me in the armchair, watching me with a quiet, predatory patience. His posture was relaxed, but his attention was terrifyingly sharp.

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