One-Night-Stand Mga Nobela at Kwento

My pink dress was draped over a chair that probably belonged in a museum. My shoes were by the door. My dignity was nowhere to be found. The other side of the massive bed was empty and cold. He’d left already. Of course he had. This was what one-night stands were—one night. Strangers who didn’t owe each other morning-afters or explanations or anything beyond what happened between those sheets. Except those sheets had been really, really good. “Stop it,” I told myself firmly. “You’re not doing this. You’re not catching feelings for a guy whose last name you don’t even know.”

“Good boy.” Andrew jerked away instantly. Revulsion flashed across his face. Daniel only smiled wider. “Step one is done,” he said casually. Andrew’s stomach dropped. “Step one?” Daniel tilted his head. “You didn’t honestly think one little errand was enough to delete the video, did you?” Andrew felt cold dread spread through him again. Daniel leaned closer slightly. “Tomorrow,” he whispered pleasantly, “we start step two.” Then he turned and walked calmly into the rain. Leaving Andrew standing there hollow and trapped beneath the dim courtyard lights.

" Okay, I need you now. It is an emergency" " For real? " She asked surprised at the speed at which this was going. "How can I trust you? I just met you now for goodness sake." She asked. " You should not be scared, .." Just then one bulky looking guy steps in prostrating slightly and talks to him." Sir, we really have to leave now for the event. Your mother just called." Catherine watched, it seemed like what she used to read in novels. "So contract marriages exist? Wow!!" She said in her head.

“Thank you for your help when I passed out last night. And I am sorry for all of my inconveniences. If you'll give me your shirt, I can dry clean..” “It's fine. That won't be necessary.” I swallow. This was it then. The good bye for us. “Your purse and sweater.” He passes me both, and when our hands graze in the exchange, my body came alive again. “Do you do it?” I ask him. My voice a whisper. Our eyes locked. I see desire brewing at the back of his grey eyes. He must have felt it too. “Do What?” “One night stands. No familiarity. No strings. Just fuck and go.” I stand a hairs breath away from him as I finish my sentence.

She had never regretted giving birth to the child she had borne from a one-night stand when she was drunk over a breakup. Joe clinked glasses with her, “To our daughter.” Joe continued, “Anyway, using me as a human shield finally showed its consequences. Around half a year later, the footballer guy who had asked her out cornered her close to a public library in the late evening one day. He tried to harass her, and I tried to fight him, but he was a football prodigy, and I was, well, me. He beat the crap out of me and then continued to try to kiss her forcibly.”

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"I'm married for fucks sake and it was a mere one night stand. What man hangs on to just a mistaken night of passion?” "I believe you are mistaken about the one night stand, it was okay that night when we were both super drunk. How about that night after your bridal shower that you came to knock on my door and practically had me thrown on my back while you straddled me? What am I suppose to make out of that?" "What exactly do you want to hear from me? It's just sex for fucks sake! What part of the world do you come from?" She gritted with her neck veins popping out in the process.

By the end of the second night, Ivette decided she would ignore Cian MacGregor, just as much as he’d ignored her and acted like she didn’t fucking exist. She couldn’t stand it. Him. Who did he think he was, treating her like crap? Yes. She had been drunk that night and. . . it was technically a one-night stand by all ramifications, but. . .but nothing! What had she been expecting? She wasn’t even sure what it is she expected to happen, but she was going crazy. She wanted him to look at her again like she was something special. She wanted him to talk to her and tell her she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get him out of her head, her dreams. She wanted to be with him, alone, in a room.

SUSAN The motel room was small. Two beds. A television bolted to the wall. A window that looked out onto a parking lot and a streetlight that flickered every few seconds. Elena sat on the edge of the bed with her gun on the nightstand and her hands in her lap. Noah stood by the door. I sat across from her with the photos spread out on the bed between us. "Start talking," I said. She looked at the photos. "What do you want to know?"

Of course, it can't be, and I hold on to the last hope that it's not him since he hasn't turned his face to me. But of course, it is. It's him. The only man I've thought of the past few months, that's had me writhing in bed at 3 am without being able to tell Jose what's going on. The man who in one night, spoilt me for any other man. I see him as he turns his face towards me. His lips are still so familiar even though we're miles apart, his hands tough and soft at the same time, I see the texture from where I stand. His face, his body, oh God and such a beautiful body it is, I remember how he held me so tightly thrust after thrust, how he held me as if I were a princess, how he whispered swe