Rotic Stories Novels & Stories

“Why have you only come to see me now?” “You know why,” Roger replied briefly, pulling away and reaching for Sara’s hand again. That was when Andrew finally noticed her. “And who is this beautiful woman?” Andrew’s gaze fell on Sara’s stomach, his mouth dropping open. “Are you married?” Roger shook his head. “Father doesn't approve of us. We decided to flee Moretti territory.” He paused, a look of genuine worry crossing his face. “I couldn't risk losing my woman and our child.” Andrew grasped the situation quickly. They moved to sit as Roger spun a lie with fluidity and no trace of guilt.

“Did you hear me?” “Yes,” Vicki whispers, but hesitates. Now Renata does slap Vicki across the face. “Do it,” she says. A tear slides down Vicki’s cheek as she crumbles the cookie over Renata’s right boot. The chocolate has melted. The crumbs are sticky. Elbows on the floor, she rubs her palms together until her hands are dry and the boot a mess. She sits back, tears continuing to slide down her cheeks as she looks at the ruined boot.

The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them. "I love it when you pretend to be coy"he confessed . She was about to talk when he continued. " I want us to visit my croft today. It is not that far from here so we will use bikes . " He informed her. He got the croft as a gift from his father when he was getting hitched. And now he wants to share a moment with her there . "Oh My God"She exclaimed. Hussain has been surprising her with different things since they arrived. "You have a croft? As in a croft farm "She questioned. "Yes"He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

As I slowly pondered on his fabulous aspect, I felt his firy eyes scan through my empty soul. Every time I turned I found myself staring at his wide toothy smile. Love ... The ones I loved the most had now turned against me. To judge and even kill. What I saw was love in his eyes. I felt it down my nerves, under my skin. His smile became infectious. The knock on the door almost made my fragile heart cold. I knew what it meant. I was somewhere in my dreamlqnd almost locking my lips with Rotimi's. "Am gone... They will kill me if they find me right here," Rotimi said before he jumped through the window.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

Evan’s window was cracked just enough to catch it. “Yeah, Rotti’s in there again… no, I told him to let it go, but he’s obsessed with that contract. Thinks Maddox stole it out from under him. Says he’s gonna make him pay.” Rotti. The name hit Evan’s bloodstream like a drug. He sat frozen in the driver’s seat, pulse steady but sharp, while the man rambled on about “Rotti this” and “Rotti that.” Rotti. Alec Rotti.

I heard Rotero's name in the conversation. "Hey, what are they talking about Rotero?" I stopped the young man who was passing by. "Nothing, Man... These old ladies don't have any work... They are feeling pity about Rotero because first his parents died at a young age and then his sister ran away from the tribe to marry an outsider and then his daughter got injured... They saw him talking to you and got the topic for today's gossip... Just ignore them." He waved off and walked away. "Rotero's sister married an outsider?"