One Night Stand Books Novels & Stories

“Tell me who your new guy is—” “How about we say it simultaneously” “Good idea” “One” “Two” “Three—” “The one night stand asshole!” “Arman!”

"But there's no average car in your garage boss.." "I'll use the BMW." "Alright boss." With that, Lucas leaned his head on the seat and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to accept this arranged marriage in the first place, until a picture was sent to him days back and it turned out to be the girl he had ordered his manager to look for. His one night stand. He smirked recalling that ever overwhelming night. She got him captivated. Lucas savored that moment, no girl had ever made him felt that way, or ordered him into lovemaking like she did.

he murmured, voice echoing slightly in the confined space. How could I forget? It had been months ago—a stolen night after some family event I could barely recall now. We’d both had too much to drink, the attraction between us simmering for weeks until it boiled over. I’d ended up in his penthouse, in his bed, our bodies tangled in a frenzy of need and denial. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, a mistake we’d never repeat. But here we were, circling back like fate had other plans.

My books were stacked on the nightstand. Vittorio had done this. Even before I came back from the memorial, he had made the decision to separate us. I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind reeling. Why? What had changed? Had I done something wrong? Had he found out about Lucas and I? Was this a test to see if I would go running into Lucas' arms. I shook my head, forcing myself to stop spiraling. I couldn't afford to fall apart. I stood and walked to the vanity, intending to check through my clothes for something comfortable to sleep in. But my eyes fell on something in my vanity table.

Anne’s POV “Well young lady, I’ve had my fair share of One-night stands in this lifetime and you won’t be the first to approach me with this silly tactic. You all are gold diggers, looking for whom to extort money from. But young lady, you came to the wrong house today. Now if you could excuse me, I have to round up my meal and get on with things more important,” Lucian said to me. I felt so angry and embarrassed. How could he say that to me? Me? A Gold-digger? How did I end up sleeping with a heartless man like Lucian?

She touches my shoulder when she is within my reach. "Who are you?" I blink, staring at her. I don't want to sound harsh but I can't help it. "You don't know me?" She peers at me with a raised brow. "No", I say and take another gulp. I don't feel bad for telling her the truth that I can't remember who she is. "Well, we had a one-night stand a few months back", she smirk. I thought as much. I know she must be one of my one-night stands. I always recognize the people I have business with. They are important people and I feel remembering business partners and clients is one of the ethical principles in business.

I can’t believe that one night could change my whole life forever. A one-night-stand with Lysander Hitwell of all people? Why does it have to be him? Why can’t it be just someone who’s average… normal? This wouldn’t have happened if he wasn't so powerful. If he doesn’t have a sacred bloodline to protect. I heaved a deep sigh. We have the tickets. One-way. Rich booked them, and all we have to do now is leave the country. But it doesn’t feel that simple. Not when I know Alpha Reginald could still find me.

And I would have cherished this Union, if not for the fact that I had a one-night stand with my husband and now he must think that I’m a horny, needy whore! I couldn’t bear to look at him without thinking about that night, and the worst part of it is that I am attracted to this guy in ways that I cannot explain. Sitting next to him in that car was pure torture because I kept inhaling his manly scents and it fucking turned me on. It took all the self-control in me to stop myself from throwing myself into his arms and begging him to screw me until I pass out in his arms.

The Pact of Shadows Selena’s POV The night devoured the mountains in silence. Cold air clung to my skin as I stood alone at the edge of the northern ridge. Beneath me, the rebel camp lay scattered like fallen stars, fires low, weapons hidden, tension thick. Everyone knew what tomorrow meant. And no one dared say it aloud. Behind me, the flap of the tent rustled. Jason emerged, his face hollow with fatigue. He hadn’t slept since we returned. Hadn’t smiled since Nikolai vanished into the stone.

“I want you here until closing time tonight. Naked. Ready. Mine.” I smiled against his chest, completely addicted. “Yes… I’m yours.” But as we lay there, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was my boyfriend. **Boyfriend: Babe, you never came home last night. Where are you?** Damien read the message, his hand sliding between my legs again. “Answer him,” he whispered, pushing two fingers inside me. “While I get you ready for the next round on the rooftop terrace.” I moaned softly, spreading my legs wider as I reached for the phone, knowing this one-night stand had become something far more dangerous and addictive.