One Night Stand Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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?

Friend: "Relax, you were both consenting adults. Just enjoy the moment and don't overthink it." Jessica: "I don't even know how to contact him. What if I'm pregnant or something?" Friend: "Don't worry, you can take a pregnancy test in a few weeks. And as for him, it was just a one-night stand. You don't need to contact him if you don't want to." Jessica: "I guess you're right. I just hope I don't regret this later." Chapter 1 (continued): As Jessica was getting ready to leave the hotel room the next morning, the man she had spent the night with sat up in bed and looked at her with a smile.

I knew he was trying to process what I just bombarded in front of him, and I knew he couldn’t take it. I took a deep breath and got up. Jonathan looked straight at me. He wanted me to see that he was doing fine with my answer, but in fact, we both knew the truth behind his sorrow. One-night stands are something terrible and beautiful thing in one’s own perceptive. But not always that one-night stand leads you to your forever world. Jonathan and I both knew that already. Sure, the communication, the intensity and the sex were all good. But I guess there was always a part missing that I never got from him.

Then suddenly she stood up and was all over the house jumping and shouting in glee like a crazed person. " My best friend just had a one-night stand! Can you believe that? How was he? Was he handsome? He had a mansion which means he is rich, but tell me, why did you run away?" At that, she quickly came to settle back on the couch wanting more story.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Jasmine and I walked into the main office from the side, we were the last people to walk in so all eyes turned to us. The unique pair of hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green greeted me, I could never forget who those eyes belonged to. My mouth fell open in shock, embarrassment and shock again, I suddenly felt lightheaded and missed my step, thank god for the cubicle that I could hold on to on time. MY ONE NIGHT-STAND WAS MY BOSS… I FREAKING SLEPT WITH MY BOSS LAST NIGHT!!! Memories of the night before in his car came flooding in, how I kept screaming for him to go harder and deeper. I was so embarrassed that my cheek burned red, I suddenly wished the ground would tear open and swallow me

He wondered who the lady was that caused Miles to be this attentive. "You were saying?" Miles asked and Sam shook his head forcefully. He had never thought he would be able to witness Miles this jittery or nervous. "Sorry sir,as I was saying, girls love men who are romantic,so the first location for a date is a fancy restaurant,after enjoying a nice food at the restaurant,you guys can go on a movie night, A movie night sets the ambience for love,watch a romantic movie, your woman would love it,after a movie night,you can go for a walk,then give her flowers," Sam concluded as he stared at the boss.

I'm wrapped in Xander's arms, every inch of our bare skin touching. I discover that we're spooning, with my back tucked into his front and his arms slung possessively around my body. Last night, how many times did we.... I can't finish that thought, because simply trying to string the words together is making blood rush to my face. I can't forget the feel of him around me, on me, inside me, taking me on the bed and against the wall and once, with me perched on the desk, my legs spread wide to take him in and my hands clutching him tightly to myself. It had felt better than it did the night of our one-night stand, better than all my daydreams and fantasies about him put together. I had been d

“Rough night?” I scoffed, already assuming it was another guy trying to hit on me. I had lost count of how many had tried tonight. They were all drunk desperate men looking for a one-night stand. But none of them were good enough for me to lose my virginity. I turned, fully prepared to tell whoever it was to go away, but then froze when I saw him, unable to say even a word. The guy standing in front of me wasn’t just hot. He was breathtaking.

“Like you didn’t fuck me and vanish before sunrise? No name. No note. Nothing.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I bit out, even as my body betrayed me, arching into him, soaking for him. “One-night stands don’t haunt people for days,” he snapped, pushing my skirt up. “They don’t leave their scent on my sheets or my mind.” I gasped as he grabbed my thigh and hoisted it around his waist. His hands were rough, desperate..each touch a demand. But his control? It was barely hanging by a thread.