One Last Stop Spicy Novels & Stories

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.

Spice asked in a broken voice and Royal stood up "Hey,are you crazy? What are you talking about??....." "Yes I'm crazy!! I'm crazy in love with you!! Why can't you see?!!!" Spice screamed. "Geez" Royal groaned and roughed his hair. "Where are you?" He asked. "I'm home" Spice replied. "I'm coming okay? Don't do anything stupid" Royal muttered and hung up. "You're going to her?" Angel asked. "She might do something crazy....."

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

I was hesitant to answer, I feel too uncomfortable talking with him but still, I looked at the food he suggested and later on nodded. "I'll order it then, you go find a seat for us" He then went behind me in the line. "H-Huh?" I asked confusedly. He chuckled. "I'm giving you a progress Ms. Diary—" "I have a name..." I cut him off out of irritation, that diary wasn't mine, how long is he going to insist? "Okay Charlie, calm down" He laughed. "Just go find a sit for us two"

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.

Lauren stands next to her mate and that’s when I notice she smells different… and my wolf howls happily in my mind as it screams, “MATE!” I look at Lauren curiously and I walk closer to her and begin to sniff her. She smells like maple, and she’s never smelled like that before. Arie’s eyes darken as he sees me sniffing his mate. But I ask her, “Who were you around? I smell my mate’s scent on you.” Lauren’s eyes widen in realization, and she smiles as she looks around to point people out. She sees one girl and says, “Most recently, um her!”