One Last Stop Spicy Novels & Stories

She yelled and wiggled her body in an attempt to free herself from him but the next moment, he landed a hard spank on her ass. "You!" April yelled out in embarrassment, her face resembling that of a cooked shrimp. "What are you doing? I--" she began to complain again but instead of giving her an answer, he spanked her yet again, shutting her up. "The more you talk, the more spanks you get!" He declared in a voice husked by lust. To Mateo's disappointment, April didn't protest anymore and remained still. He walked to his car and threw her in then he turned to the other side, got into the car and zoomed off.

he remarked before getting into his car. "Where are we going?" I asked curiously, then got inside the car. "Somewhere that I know you would love to go." After making those remarks, he started the engine. We drove to the 69ers Club. It's been a while since I last visited there. I kind of miss the place and its vibe. We went to the counter and greeted Milo. He prepared our usual drinks, and Tiny motioned for his hand to follow him. I was a little bit hesitant to go, but I still followed his lead.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

yeah, unless you wanna do something else first" Riley said and bit her iips while running her fingers up and down Adam's hand that was placed on the table. " Uhmmm, let's order a drink first" Adam said and signaled the waiter " i have to be drunk for this" he said to himself in a hush tone. An order was made for a bottle of Masseto which Adam had come to know as Riley's favorite wine and, a bottle of lasorda which was his. It didn't take long before the order was on their table and each had a glass in their hand. " So...you like it here?'' Adam asked after his first sip.

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

"I know you can hear me." I huddled closer and made a promise with every bit of strength I could muster, "Go in peace. I won't die. I'm not leaving just yet. You exchanged your life for mine, and I'm keeping it. I'll make tons of money and visit tons of places. I'll live twice as hard for you." Quincy's finger twitched, as if he was giving me one final response. Then, his finger fell limp. The machine's line went flat, screeching monotonously.

We walked to the car. Atlanta was a ten hour drive. Liam drove the first five. Anna drove the next three. Victoria drove the last two. The bar was called "The Last Stop." It sat on a corner in a neighborhood that had seen better days. The sign was faded. The windows were dark. But the door was open. We walked inside. The place was empty. Stools upside down on the tables. A man behind the bar. Wiping glasses. Putting them away. He looked up when we walked in.

He continued, “If everyone takes it seriously…” I didn’t hear him out and directly hung up. Rooted to the spot, Lysander looked momentarily awkward, but he quickly concealed and suppressed his emotions. When countless microphones and cameras swarmed toward him, he remained composed, offering a practiced smile. “Seraphina was just joking. Please bear with her.” Elara’s fiancé suddenly called a halt, and the engagement banquet was abruptly interrupted and brought to an end. As Elara lifted her skirt to step into the Maybach, Lysander was calling me. The line rang, but I didn’t answer.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

“Jenna, please let me explain. Last night, I…” I did not slow down or look at him. I simply walked around him and headed for the bus stop nearby. Behind me, he kept calling my name in a panic. I ignored him. I got on the bus heading toward Willow Lane. The bus was nearly empty. I took out the torn recipe from my bag and turned it over. On the back, my mother had written an address before she died: The corner of Willow Lane, Rosie’s Pasta Kitchen. The bus swayed through two stops before I got off near Willow Lane. Following the address, I found an old pasta place. There was a paper sign taped to the glass door.