Non Consent Stories Novels & Stories

"Is it that obvious? Everyone is just... staring. I feel like I’m walking around with a giant price tag on my forehead. People are literally whispering my father’s medical history in the hallways." "Ignore them," Jonathan said. He leaned in a little closer, looking at her with a kind of warmth that made it hard for her to swallow. "To everyone out there, you’re just a news story. But to me? You’re just the girl who won’t stop talking about old weird artists. " Lucy let out a small laugh. "Hey, someone has to stand up for those artists. Everyone thinks they’re weird, but they’re just misunderstood." "They’re dramatic," Jonathan teased with a grin, flipping open their project folder. "Just lik

Chapter Comments Visitor awful the motor literally said unconsenual and he accuses her of it being consensual Visitor what an ass. his brother told him it was probably not consensual

The story is actually the big break I have been looking for and it will be a bestseller, it's going to be phenomenal and at the same time, I will be helping her like I intended to. "It's actually a great idea, I like it. I just need to tell her about it and get her consent." I pointed out. "I don't think that's necessary, she might not want you to publish her story besides you might find out something while helping her and she can just stop you from publishing or she can start controlling the informations you give in the story. Look, I will suggest you do this without her knowledge so that you can freely take the story to any length without limitations, besides she's a ghost, what can it hur

We composed ourselves after deliberately talking about the consequences of all this.We knew we accepted the deal more to explore than the blackmail.We agreed and confide ourself always like a team.The fear is still there especially that I know how submissive my wife can be.And Amellia being a captain has a dominant personality.

"What do you mean...? All the things that could have happened to me?" I had no idea she heard any of that rant. Now that she has, I think I need to have a serious conversation with her. I kneel down, nice and close to her, so that I am level with her face. "Lilly, that man was bad. I know he was biologially your dad, but I didn't consent to the act that caused you. And I was pretty young to be consenting." She looks into my eyes, a little confused. "I know babies come from sex, but what does consent mean?"

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going. ‎Thanks so much for your support 💯 ‎

"Okay. Let's breathe. Facts vs story. Fact: you two live together. Consensual. Adult. Pay your own rent. Story: tabloid says it's guilt, gold digger. Story is not fact." Fact: we love each other. Story: we are scandal. Fact: he left his family. Story: he is his family. We breathed. *12:00 PM - THE BUILDING* Landlord knocked. "Hey. You guys okay? People outside?" "What?" We looked window. One car. Guy with long lens. Nico closed blinds so fast cord almost broke. "I'll call building security" landlord said. *1:00 PM - FIGHT OR NOT FIGHT*

Two years. That's how long I was gone. I volunteered for the Northern territory. And at my welcome home party, the “Truth or Dare” challenge was about him. Jaxon. My mate. The pack was howling with laughter, teasing smirks all around. “Alora, spill a secret! How’d Alpha Jaxon get that nick in his left ear? What’s his favorite food? And how long does he last during his Rut?” I answered each one. “A rock shard from an avalanche. Venison with moonpetal. And in bed… exactly one hundred and eight minutes.” Fifty questions about him. I nailed every single one. Clara, the pureblood she-wolf always at his side, propped her chin on her hand. “You sound just like his mate, don’t you?” Someone else jum

She’d done a shabby job, but at least the bullets were out. “Consider finishing it yourself,” she spat, more vim for herself than for me. Embarrassment flushed her face, her pouty lips engorged from excitement. “Where was this reservation when you were grinding on men in Tribeca?” The image of her rubbing against him, just hours ago, drew a dark haze of rage over my vision. “It’s called consent. I consented to that. I don’t consent to this.” I regarded her with quiet contempt, my rage simmering down. It was obvious she was lying to herself, and I didn’t have time to help her figure out her adult urges.

I whispered. “Sorry. I just don’t wanna lie.” He said so I moved back on my chair. When he noticed that, he raised his brow and stepped back to give me space. “I won’t force you, though. Proper consent is a must. I’m sure you know that, you’re a hot law student.” “And you really think I’d give you my permission?” He shrugged his shoulders confidently. “We can’t tell.” he looked at me while sipping on his drink.