Seductive Names Novels & Stories

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out- for a moment I forget my own name; I’m just completely captivated. “Serena,” I breathe, my eyes locked on his. “Serena Harper.” “Serena,” he repeats, and my name has never sounded as sweet as it does on his tongue. The corner of his mouth ticks up into the most devastatingly handsome smile I’ve ever seen. “Reid Raines.” Damn, even his name is sexy as hell. His close proximity has his scent swirling all around me, sage and sandalwood and citrus, intoxicating me like a drug.

“Stormy-Rain, would you fucking wait?” How dare he. He knew how much I hated that name. He knew I had constantly chided him on calling me by my full name hence, he stuck to calling me “babe”. So why did he call me that name now? Was he trying to purposely get me mad? What was his aim? What kind of name is Stormy Rain? Why would my parents even name me that and have the audacity to give my sister such a nice name like Summer-Breeze? You see, the hatred started right from birth!

He unconditionally held the hand of the naive child. Doris glanced at me before answering. “Uh, his name is Clarence Xander,” she muttered lowly. He clenched his jaw tight and turned his scowl face at me. I almost lost my color because of his dark look. “Ah, Clarence and I will just go out. Sister’s bonding for a moment,” Doris said and bid goodbye. I couldn’t even nod because Lawrence quickly stepped closer to me.

“All that for later.” Adam nodded. “What are you going to call it?” he asked. I smiled at him. I knew exactly what I would name this company. And this time, Adam would not have veto powers. That morning I woke up with a firm decision to go with this name. “Ever After Concept Weddings,” I smiled at him. He raised brow. “Isn’t that a little bit too cheesy?”

It's my first time to feel such ecstasy. "May I know your name, miss?" "I'm Maxine and you are?" I ask, pretending I don't know him when the truth is, I am one of those girls who are silently fantasizing about him. "Lexter." "Nice to meet you, Lexter, and thank you for consenting to be my lover today." "It's my pleasure, Maxine. Your name and my name suits well, don't you think?" he teased. I bit my lower lip and said, "Yes it does. If we are a love team in the media world, we can be named as Lexine or Maxter?"

Read at your own risk, and may your journey through the shadows lead you to the light of your deepest desires. ***** In the shadowed corners of our deepest desires lies a world few dare to explore, a realm where the lines between pleasure and pain, love and obsession, power and submission blur into a mesmerizing dance. Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams.

I suspiciously look at the contract before picking it up and slowly reading the clauses. The game? the contract is about his game? It is called Seduction, wait what? "what is the game called again?" I asked him in disbelief. "No questions until you read the whole thing" He's got to be kidding me, no question until I finish the dumb thing. What does he think of himself? I grab the paper tightly and continued reading the part. I can't do anything except waiting. In this game, each party has to seduce the other in an attempt to win the game. Whoever manages to seduce the most time will be the winner, the loser on the other hand has to do everything the winner demands.

She continued to gaze at him, completely enraptured. "It's a pleasure, Anne, darling." He stole her Christian name and adorned it with a seductive endearment like he had every right in the world to do so. Cedric's smile was wide, like a cat eyeing a bowl of crème. He scooped up her right hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a faint but heated kiss to her knuckles, and all the while his gaze was fixed on hers.

“Oh goddess, Selene, you are going to get killed, and trust me, it wouldn't even be from something serious, first you can’t go by hawkmoon, how about carpenter?” “Why do I have to answer the name of a profession? Hawkmoon is a mighty name, descendant of strong beta!” I said boldly before I remembered all that I had just said and what I was supposed to do. “Shit.” "Yes, you will be killed, pick another name, let's start again.” “How about Selene tailor? I love sewing.” “You have to know how to say it in their language, but, by the way, now remove your hands from your boobs, you don’t seduce a human that way.”

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.