No Nut November Stories Novels & Stories

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

things had happened. On May 7th, the two of them entered my closet for the first time, standing in front of the mirror while trying on my clothes. Calling it "trying on" was generous. They were flirting shamelessly, wrapped up in each other, looking disgustingly sweet. On August 29th, Lucas canceled the date I had carefully planned, only to hide in here and spend the entire night whispering sweet nothings to Lucy on the phone. On October 5th, while I was away on a business trip, he and Lucy spent the night tangled together on top of my clothes.

“Everything okay?” “Yeah, just tired,” I lied, my voice a little hoarse from moaning into the cushion earlier. Noah’s hand slid under the blanket again and found my soaked shorts. He pushed them aside and slid two fingers straight back into my cum-filled cunt and I had to bite my lip hard to stop from moaning out loud. He slowly finger-fucked me right next to his wife, stirring his own loads deeper inside me while we pretended to watch the movie. “You’re still leaking so much,” he whispered in my ear. “Your sister is sitting right here while my cum is dripping from her little sister’s pussy.”

"There's more, too. Apparently, the best friend's family is broke, and the harpist paid for all four years of her college tuition. Talk about nursing a viper." International viewers were just as shocked. Even my new friend, Alice Whitfield, was so upset she stress-ate three plates of buffalo wings. "Ivy, your life has been a disaster. "But don't worry. I would never betray you. Not only would I never betray you, but I'm going to set you up with my brother." I shook my head. "I can't. I promised my grandparents I'd move back home eventually." They raised me close, and settling down this far away would only worry them.

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.” So I would be all alone in the house all night with… Nick? Oh my fucking goodness. I would actually be home alone with my dream man? Gulping at the thought that came into my head, I made my way to their bedroom and put on one of my mom's lingerie sets, surprised at how it actually fit perfectly. Just then, a car stopped outside the house and I glanced out the window to see Nick step out of the car, stumbling a bit. He was drunk.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

I asked her. Nora nodded, her little feet swinging beneath the chair. “Uh-huh. Aunt Tasha told me a story.” “Did she?” I smiled at Tasha. “What story?” “The one about the princess who saved her kingdom,” Tasha said, winking. “Seemed appropriate.” I hummed in amusement, but beneath it, my mind drifted back to Adrian. He and Julian had already left for work before I woke up. Adrian was fighting back, but I could tell he was shielding me from just how brutal it was getting.

"How were we supposed to know north from south?" "You told me moss grows on the north side of trees!" "It does!" "Obviously it doesn’t, because then we wouldn’t have gotten lost!” Noah joined in on the conversation, flowing naturally with them as he shared stories from his old school back in Washington. First, the teacher who'd accidentally set his toupee on fire during a chemistry demonstration, and then the time the entire football team got food poisoning the night before championships. I noticed that while he told his stories, he conveniently left out the name of the school, as well as the names of everyone in his stories, except for him.

Kasper asked and November flipped him off. "Y'all are nasty! I can't believe y'all will do this to the poor kitchen. I'm never eating anything that comes out from this kitchen ever again. Y'all have scarred me!" He whined. I was tempted to go slap him upside his head but, I was covering November. "Do you boys ever shut up?" We heard a new voice at the kitchen entrance and we froze. "Mother?" Kasper and I said at the same time. Shit! Hey lovelies, how are y'all doing??. I just want to formerly thank everyone for reading this hot mess of a book and actually enjoying it. Y'all are the fucking best!