Scandalous Books Novels & Stories

“It’s all anyone will ever see now. They’ve erased me. I’m not an executive. I’m not a father. I’m just… a scandal.” A scandal is a fairy tale people whisper because they're afraid of the truth," Joe said to him, his voice low and unyielding, a boulder in a tempestuous sea. "The truth is messy. It includes my faith in your brain. Your brilliance for strategy. Our love. A scandal is simple. It's sex and authority. It's a fairy tale for grownups who want to believe the world is that simple.".

“Someone is here to see you, sir.” “Who?” I asked, already zipping up my trousers and buckling my belt. I walked back over to my executive chair and took a seat, smoothing down my shirt and pretending as if nothing scandalous had just happened in the room. Sandra slowly got to her feet, wiping her mouth with a smirk. “Sir... it’s Mr. Blackwood.” “What!” The name hit me like a bucket of ice water. Everyone in the business world knew exactly who Blackwood was—he was the most ruthless, high-profile divorce attorney in the city.

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Seconds later, Shandra is already a little better, drying her eyes and sniffling a little. "Pretend that never happened." The two men shrug. Doing a bit of suspense, the girl with fair skin and dark hair opens the box. Although they are stored in a dirty, dusty place, the two books look perfectly clean, although obviously aged. The smell of leather and old paper reaches the nostrils of all three, especially those of the demons. Sam picks up the two books, paying attention to the covers and their weight. Then he smiles grimly at Shandra. "Apparently, little witch, you are either blessed by the gods, or cursed by all the terrible beings in this world."

Kade calls from across the library. "Nothing in particular." But I reach for another romance, one with a black and gold spine and a more risque title. The sight of the cover lifts the hair on the back of my neck and causes heat to billow down my spine. "There are illegal books in here." "Illegal?" "Explicit sex…" I clarify. "Erotica."

The bookstore had a new shipment of romance novels. I spent the morning unpacking boxes with Ethan, laughing at the ridiculous cover art. Shirtless men. Women in flowing dresses. Dramatic titles like The Rake's Redemption and Tempted by the Billionaire. "This is basically p**n," Ethan said, holding up a particularly scandalous cover. "Glorious, wonderful, life-affirming p**n," I corrected. He laughed. "You're something else, Lucy."

OLIVIA . I don't know how long I kept on working but I was and deep down, I was grateful that Davion hasn't called or sent for me yet. Although I still felt guilty with the way I turned him down but I couldn't help it. If he wouldn't take the initiative of staying away from me then I would do it myself. The last thing I wanted was getting into another scandal especially now that we were both working together. He had fired his secretary because of me and it's only a matter of time before people started talking about that too. I seem to attract trouble wherever I go and it suddenly isn't funny anymore.

Manuel’s cock was a bit longer than Noel’s, but Noel’s was so massive that it broke my pussy’s wall when it entered me. The affair we just had was immoral. And I know that if their wives find out about this, they would be attacking me like a prey they would kill. If that happens, would I blame them? Surely not. What I did was extremely unforgivable. It was beyond dignity and morality, both I knew I didn’t equip. My thoughts have run me dry until I finally dozed into sleep on my bed without wearing anything but my comforter wrapped around my body. Manuel has done magic on my body that I think even in my dreams, I could feel his tongue piercing in between my legs. His hot hands were reaching f

Just silence. I slipped through. The hall was darker. Older. The walls had paintings and portraits. The kind that made you feel like the eyes were following you. I noticed one of the doors were open as I wandered aimlessly. It was his study room. It smelled like leather and dust and something heavier. Like secrets. Books lined the walls. Papers on the desk. Everything neat. But there was a box on one of the shelves. Small. Red string tied around it. Curiosity got the best of me. It wouldn't hurt to check would it.