One Night Stand Pregnancy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

With so much heat and urgency burning between them, their clothes came off in seconds. As Ronan lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bed, Shayla tipped her head back, eyes falling closed as his mouth clamped on her neck. When his teeth grazed the side of her neck just below her ear, she started cooing in a needy way, making his cock turn hard and throbbing. The sight made Camille go weak in her knees. It was her wettest fantasy to have Ronan suck on her neck, with his dick pushing against her pussy.

“Oh! Then you had an affair with his beloved son. How do I put it? You are tired of old blood, and wanted something fresh,” “Stop it!” I yelled. “What we had was a mistake, a mistake I wish I could reverse. We were both damn drunk. It was just a one-night fling that wasn't meant to happen, and it will never happen again,” “Oh a fling! I like the sound of that. And how are you sure it won't happen again. You know what, that night was one hell of a night I can't easily do away with,” “Suit yourself, and mind you, you ought to give me some respect here, I am your father's wife,” I warned.

“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.

As soon as he touched the door, it swung open. He was surprised, but before he could register anything, a strong, seductive fragrance filled the air, mixed with the smell of alcohol. Looking up, he saw Joanna in a nightgown, her arms open wide as she rushed toward him. "Heather..." Her lips, painted a bright red, parted as her eyes glimmered with desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, ready to kiss him, but Heather wasn't fast enough to pull back. Her lips brushed against his left cheek instead.

He asks with a brow raised. "Yeah, how about you take me on a date first?" I ask with a smirk. "Really, whats the point of a one night stand if you gotta work for it, that's not how it works," he complains. "Get to know me before you fuck me," I say with a shrug. "I want you to work for it, I'm not your basic hoe who will be on her knees at your command." "Trust me, I know that already," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, making me chuckle.

Annie’s eyes softened. And for a moment… Neither of us spoke. “I don’t even know when it happened,” I said quietly. She tilted her head slightly. “What?” she asked. I looked down at my hands. “That night,” I said. “It was just supposed to be a mistake.” A one-night escape. Something meaningless. Something I could forget. “But somewhere along the way…” I paused, my chest tightening. “It stopped being that.” My voice softened even more. “I don’t know when my one-night stand turned into something real,” I admitted.

Then, the weight of a warm, delicate body curled against my side brought the reality of the night crashing back into my mind. I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at the girl sleeping soundly beside me. In the stark, harsh light of dawn, she looked even younger, her long hair tangled wildly across my dark silk sheets. The dark purple bruise on her left cheek stood out prominently against her pale skin—a violent, ugly mark that made my jaw tighten with an uninvited surge of irritation. Last night, in the heat of the moonlight and the alcohol, she had been a wild, unhinged creature, begging me to split her open, milking my dick with a frantic, desperate hunger that

My wolf stirred uneasily, but I ignored her. It’s just fun, I told myself. One night. One man. Nothing binding. When the song ended, I was breathless, my cheeks hot. He leaned in, lips near my ear. “Come with me. Hotel across the street. No strings. Just fun.” My heart stuttered. A one-night stand. I’d never done it. Never dared. Wolves didn’t. But wasn’t that the point? Tonight wasn’t about what wolves did. It was about what I did.

A hallway. And then—nothing. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered. My fingers trembled against the sheet. He moved closer, his cologne—sharp, expensive—wrapping around me like poison. “Listen carefully.” His voice was soft. Too soft. Worse than shouting. “This was a one-night thing. That’s all it will ever be. And I’m sure you know who I am.” My stomach twisted. His arrogance filled the room, suffocating. “I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.

He must have thought of me as one, and that’s why he thought it wasn’t worth searching about me; he only did two weeks later when he discovered I had his shirt. Liam slipped his hand into his pockets and leant against the wall opposite me. “When I got into the bedroom and couldn’t find you, I asked my men to do some research about you,” he started, and I felt the knot in my stomach loosen. He did some research on me, so it meant something. “Aria Nicole, writer of The Hero in My Nightmare, Love and Tribulations, and Under the Sunset with Mr. Right,” he added, and I smiled softly; he knew about my books… Well, those were just a few of my books, the most popular ones.