Scandalous Books Novels & Stories

She didn't interfere whenever I used her card to frequent upscale restaurants and hotels, though she'd occasionally call to complain when I spent a bit too much. "Do you not have ambition at all? You're spending a woman's money. Where's your dignity?" Dignity? Wasn't that crushed long ago by her entire family? Eventually, after I blew through eight million dollars in one go, Rosalie finally called and demanded I return it. I looked at the scenery flashing past the window and quietly sneered. The eight-million-dollar urn was already shattered. There was no returning it. This was Rosalie's and Mona's retribution.

The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and adolescent panic, clinging like a second skin that refused to peel off. "Why does it always have to be like this?" Elowen thought bitterly. "No matter what I do, I’m either invisible… or a target." She slipped through it all like thread through a needle’s eye—narrow, silent, and overlooked. Her books were clutched tightly to her chest, not out of academic purpose, but for protection—her only barrier between herself and the chaos pressing in from all sides. Every step was intentional, hushed, controlled. She didn’t walk; she navigated. Her head stayed low, her hair falling like a curtain across her face, shielding her from eyes she

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

I sighed in frustration before picking up the call, after a few absent minded replies, the call ended and I was once again pulled into my never ending fantasies. Having two ladies at the same time, taking them over and over again until they beg me to stop, has always been one of my many fantasies but years of being swamped with company work had made me forget about it until a few months ago, when the urge was once again reignited. From the first time I laid my eyes on Camila and Vivian , I have been fighting demons and my self control has become a joke. Every damn day, they show up in skirts that could not legally be considered professional clothing, shirts that clung to their curves and hee

The doubt was there, clouding his eyes, but I could see the betrayal was deeper, because I was the Critic, the one who had always profited from his pain, and to him, in this moment, I looked like exactly what Ethan said I was—a leech. They marched me past the dining room where the sponsors watched with morbid curiosity, and some of them even pulled out their phones to record the "scandal" for their followers. Lila stood by the door with her arms crossed and a look of grim satisfaction on her face, and I knew she felt like she had finally won because the "chaos" was being escorted out in chains.

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.

I had been trying to stop Maggie from being involved with me but it seemed I was the danger in his life. The first scandal in his life happened because he took me to the hotel when I was drunk. He couldn’t bear to leave me out in the streets and he didn’t take advantage of me either. His second scandal was when he assaulted Duncan who was saying things that were dishonorable to me. Now, I had almost killed the same man, unknowingly of course.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

asked Arkan when he came home from school. “Which bookstore?” “Intermedia, he said there was a book bazaar there,” “Wow, come on then,” Nayla is a book lover, that’s why she often goes to bookstores. The two of them immediately went there without going home first. Incidentally, at that time there were only Nayla and Arkan there. Nayla looks very enthusiastic to see the row of books. “I want to find Asma Nadia’s latest novel,” he said. When Nayla was busy looking for books on the shelves, Arkan suddenly approached, then he grabbed Nayla’s shoulders and turned her body, now they were facing each other.