Romance In The Alley Novels & Stories

He immediately captured Velia's parted lips with a passionate kiss while his hands swiftly unbuttoned her shirt. Velia cupped Lucas's cheek, maintaining the fiery kiss as Lucas threw his shirt onto the floor. Lucas's eyes were filled with a hazy passion. He gazed at Velia without blinking and pushed her towards the square dining table behind them. Lucas laid Velia down, with half of her body landing on the table while her legs hung in the air. There was no patience. No time to be wasted in waiting. Quickly, Lucas pushed up Velia's shirt along with her bra. Truly, he did not want to waste any time undressing Velia as usual.

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

Roshanay wanted to tell her dilemma and anxiety to someone but her tongue was too heavy to speak. She saw the door of his room coming into her visage causing shivers to run down her spine. What would happen behind that door, only God knows. As soon as they reached the door of his room, Roshanay turned her head at Alizeh staring at her with those helpless eyes which screamed to help but Alizeh only gave her a assured smile. Alizeh turned the door knob, opening the door, revealing his room. They entered inside and the first thing that hit her olfactory bulbs was the refreshing smell of roses and lillies.

However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time. "Where are you going?" Francis called after me. "I need to get some air." I shrugged into my jacket, forcing a half-hearted grin. "Want to come with?" Ever since I snapped back to reality, I hardly ever asked anyone to hang out. Francis was totally up for it. The hospital was pretty swanky, and Francis had hooked me up with a room on the 18th floor. Below us, Newvale City glittered at night like a fake starry sky.

“We need information. Supplies. A way to move without being tracked.” Dante smirked faintly. “Good thing you’re dating a criminal.” Aiden blinked. “…are you?” “Not officially,” Dante shrugged. “But unofficially? Absolutely.” Aiden’s laugh was weak but real. They ducked into a narrow alley behind a shuttered bakery. Dante checked the area, then motioned for Aiden to duck behind crates. “Stay here.” “Dante—” “I’ll be quick. Don’t glow, don’t hum, don’t collapse.”

But desperation had driven her to this point. The alley was narrow and foreboding, hemmed in by towering brick walls that seemed to lean inward, creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. Shadows danced ominously in the flickering light of a single, half-burnt-out street lamp. Alessia leaned against the rough brick wall, pulling her coat tighter around her body as if it could shield her from the unseen dangers lurking in the darkness.

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

' My eyes widened when Damien brought out a gun which scared the living daylight out of her and had her running like a mad woman. Once she ran out of his office, Damien lowered the gun and cracked up.'I never knew a toy gun could be so useful,' When I heard that, Jones and I looked at each other and burst into another round of laughter. ___ The next morning when I was preparing to leave for a photo shoot, Adaline came to meet me with a bouquet and a card. "Roses?" I collected the bouquet and card from her. I read the card and it was from Roman. 'Can you meet me tonight at the Lovers' restaurant by 7 pm, I'm going to be waiting there for you. I am never giving up on you and I will have you at

It takes everything in me not to push my dagger into the driver's head. The car parks in front of an alley and we step down. “I dont understand what are we doing here?” Isabella grows turning to me, my eyes move to her and honestly, all I can think about is pulling that red dress off her body and taking her up against the wall, listening to her moan my name out loud and cry out for orgasm after orgasm I cough distracting myself from my dirty thoughts, “we are having dinner here” I say “But it’s an alleyway, a busy street” she frowns, “Well not so busy now that is dark” she points out to the street

Ross tells me, seeing that he acted something strange. “I don't know…”But Ross speaks for me. “Maybe you like it? She asks me, raising an eyebrow. “No way, I'm not in love with that heartless guy.” I answered immediately. “Anyway, I'm already too drunk, time to go home.” Alice said, asking for her bill. After those drinks, the three of us went for a short walk to go to our houses, but before exiting through an alley that was full of street food stalls, we met two people who dazzled like diamonds among the black coal.