One Last Stop Spicy Novels & Stories

The hypocrisy nearly made me sick. Fortunately, Harley arrived just in time.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Or every birthday, when he was always the first person to leave a present on my desk. So no, I'd never loved him without reason. But in my last life, that video consumed me. I spent every day distracted, bombed the entrance exams, and ended up at an ordinary state university in our city. Given another chance, I chose to leave them behind completely and study overseas. Paige Monroe walked over with her hands on her hips. "Seriously? Is all this necessary? It was one video, and it wasn't even real. Do you have any idea how long I had to beg Mason before he agreed? I practically talked myself hoarse."

She slid into the back seat. The car smelled of expensive leather and sandalwood. Dante's scent. She breathed it in, and for a moment, she felt something stir in her chest. Something she had not felt in five years. Something that felt dangerous and thrilling and completely unwelcome. The drive took forty-five minutes. They left the crowded streets of Abuja behind, moving into quieter neighborhoods, gated communities, roads lined with towering walls and iron gates. Finally, the car stopped in front of an estate so large it looked like a small town. A mansion of white stone and glass, surrounded by manicured gardens and fountains.

My phone started buzzing before I made it out of Adrian's driveway. At first, I thought he had come out of the shower and noticed I was gone. But when I pulled over at the end of the street, the notifications were all from the band group chat. Someone had posted a video from the label after-party. In it, Lily sat beside Adrian on the small stage at the back of the bar, holding my microphone with both hands. She was singing the harmony from The Last Firework, the part I had sung with Adrian for seven years.

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.

A need for more. The whip stops.

“I’m going to die again.” “Yes, Host. This is your last chance, but since all your wishes except the first were made for others, you are granted a special permission—this final wish has no restrictions. The last wish would definitely come true, but you yourself would not be able to revive again.” The System hesitated for a long time before speaking. “Host, I suggest you consider wishing to go to another world and start a new life, or perhaps—” It rambled on, truly caring about me.

Lucy watched him closely, happy that he seemed to remember. ‎ ‎But at the second spot, she ordered for both of them: a local delicacy — spicy conch fritters with a heavy pepper sauce. “You used to eat three plates of this,” she teased. ‎ ‎Aiden ate to keep up the act. The food was extremely spicy, and within minutes, his stomach began turning. By the time they left the restaurant, he was sweating and feeling nauseous. He barely made it back to the car before he threw up on the side of the road.

I mumbled. Mikhail stopped completely and made me bump into him. “Seriously?” he asked. I nodded before looking back at the vendor. “I’ve been on a strict diet for as long as I can remember.” Without a word he walked over to the cotton candy man and bought a blue colored one that was fluffy like a cloud. My eyes sparkled as I took it from him. “You can eat whatever you want now,” I closed my eyes and took a big bite and slowly savored the taste. “What do you think?”