One Shots Novels & Stories

"Right. Marcie and I are divorced…" I watched his happy expression, thinking, "I've loved him for many years, but I never received his affection in return." He staggered around the room and mindlessly took a glass of wine someone handed him. He swigged the contents. Drops of the liquid streamed down from his lips to his neck. Sonya bit her lip at Owen's sensual and seductive presence. "Alright now." She interfered at the right time, intercepting the alcohol that others had extended to Owen. "We'll call it a night. Owen's drunk. I'll take him with me to get some rest."

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

Every man who has ever touched you. When he finishes writing, he steps back. You hear the click of his phone camera—three shots, four. Documenting you. Marked and bent over his desk like a canvas he intends to repaint. Then the rustle of fabric. His shirt coming off. You try to turn your head, but his palm presses between your shoulder blades, pinning you flat. "Stay." You hear his zipper. The soft thud of his trousers hitting the floor. Then nothing but your own ragged breathing until you feel him—the blunt, naked head of his cock dragging up the seam of your cunt. Gathering wetness. Teasing without entering.

I muttered when I saw a couple at the end of the room hungrily eating each other faces. Suddenly someone nudged me, making me stumble forward as they went past me. “Patience. Patience Char, you'll be out of here before you know it.” I assured myself as I made my way to the bar. “Two shots of tequila, please,” I said to the bartender who just nodded before making his way to the shelf. “Hey, damsel.” Beside me stood a silver-haired guy who was dressed in a suit which I found wired in this kind of setting.