Novel Stuhl Novels & Stories

Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel. "Your secret?" Zehra's eyes narrowed. He chuckled. "Yes, I like to read novels. This one is a bitwell, I won't spoil it for you." He couldn't wait to see what she thought when she reached the scene where the mysterious lord makes love to Isabelle in the library after dinner in his castle. Would Zehra find any pleasure in that? Or would she be outraged and scandalized? He hoped it was the former. She didn't seem to be the sort of woman who abhorred pleasure; there was an openness and sensuality to her that he could not miss.

He explained as if he's going to send me home with some leftovers. "They don't have Durex XL?" and apparently my mind was thinking more unimportant details when I blurted out my question. "Durex XXL, yes they have that, but I like to have different brands just for easy grab." He smirked and drink his beer. "Ella, sweety, you're sure about doing this with the person you're obsessed with? I just don't want police knocking on my doors when...you know,"

In the process of studying the room, Stacy noticed the small shelve on the left side of the room filled with novels which actually shocked her to the core. "Woah!! So Mr. Yates read novels? But he doesn't look like one who would love to read novels a tiny bit. This should perhaps belong to someone else cause it's rather shocking! why the hell would someone like Bruce Yates love to read novels? What was it even doing in his room in the first place?!” Stacy screamed in her head. "But on second thoughts. It's not even that bad. It's giving off a green flag guy,” Stacy shrugged with a small flow of blood on her cheeks.

"I'm interested in your life in London. You rarely talk about it." He shifted in his seat. Suddenly, I felt a warmth against my shin. I stiffened. Stellan’s leg had stretched out under the table, brushing against mine. It seemed accidental at first, a shifting of his large frame. But then his foot hooked around my ankle, dragging my leg open. I felt air rush up my thighs and tickle my clit. Fuck what was he planning now. "Continue, Maya," Stellan urged, his voice like velvet. "She was a nun, you said?"

Stacy hadn’t moved much, except now she was lying on her side, still typing away. The tension between us was almost drowning. My eyes caught my novels that I was yet to arrange on the floor. Would have to get a new shelf for them later. I wondered if Stacy had seen my ‘Ana Huang’ dark romance books, or the ones authored by Shantel Tessier…what did she think? I looked her way. She still wasn’t looking at me. My eyes dragged to her makeup palettes that were scattered on her table. I wondered if she was a makeup artist or if she used all these on herself…

Stu asks me, bringing me back to reality. “Hayir, I'm good.” The last thing I want to do is replace the taste of Mia in my mouth with harsh liquor. I watch through irritated eyes as Stu pours himself two drinks, and lowers himself into the chair in front of my desk, tightly cradling a tumbler of whiskey in each hand. He sighs deeply, takes one look at me, and tosses one drink back in one mouthful. Screwing his face up, he hisses and places the empty glass on the small coffee table beside him while still cradling the other.