She Is A Slut Novels & Stories

I face palmed and cried my eyes out. I just want the ground to swallow me up. They said I was a nothing but a slut. They said I had seduced the Alpha's son and Levi did nothing about it. Was Levi just my friend in order to touch me? No, he wasn't. I mean, he was not the one that started it. It all went from my unexpected arousal and gosh... I should get myself cleaned up. I stood up and dragged my feet to the bathroom. The deed has been done.

He stilled staring at her face unable to bear the pain in her words. "...No.....No baby...no.. my Saph can never be cheap...you my dearest are the most precious one in the world...never call yourself that...okay?" He asked placing his thumb on her tears and wiping them off her porcelain skin. "...b...ut....I...am....a slut....they....the voices...say......that I am a slut.... slut's are cheap.....ar.... aren't they?" Her eyes stared into his cold ones to see if she was right..

She replied and scoffed, she tried to walk away and Henry pulled her back and hugged her. “Thank you, thank you so much for being different.” “Let go off me you jerk.” She yelled angrily and punched his chest, he groaned in pain and let go off her. “What the fuck?” He asked and she glared at him. “That is for calling me a slut and yelling at me, you think that was nice to say? I work so hard everyday to make a living and you just call me a slut? I am not a man whore or casanova like you, you are also nothing but a man whore, why are you in the club if not for trying to get laid? So much for a chief executive officer.” She said with a scoff.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and she had make-up and mascara spread across her face, Her blue neon shirt —No, literally neon, glared at me with an annoying stripe design. “I heard it but I didn’t believe it,” She drew out the words in an annoying tone, “You finally became a slut,” she added when she was close enough, Mrs. Amber was about to but in and reprimand her when I parted my lips to stick. “And it seems that you have gotten dumber,” I commented. Mrs. Amber stared at me like I had two heads and I had no clue Why, I shrugged it off. “Well, then how do you have a house if you are not a slut.” She pointed out. I broke out into low laughter.

"No baby, not you. Of course not. How could I think that? I'm so sorry." "Don't be," she said. "I am a slut and you know it ... not only that, but you LOVE it." "Yes, yes I do," he said. "A slut who has only had sex with six people. Slut slut slut." "Well," she said, "I've had a LOT of sex with those six people! I can still be a slut, can't I?" "If you like, dear. If you like," he said.

‘That’s a lonely-looking drink for a man like you. A woman slid onto the stool next to me. She was all legs and cleavage, poured into a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Sophisticated. Willing. She had bigger tits than Hyacinth, longer legs. Probably a hell of a lot more fun in bed, without all the frustrating, infuriating principles. A slut. ‘Fuck off,’ I said, not even looking at her properly. She recoiled, muttered something about arseholes, and left. Good. I didn’t need the distraction.

Her words are flat. I’m not too sure that isn’t going too far. That feels too far to go there with another man. “I like punishments, real punishments, that hurt and upset me, that degrade me. I don’t mind pain. Blood doesn’t bother me either. I like being called a slut. It turns me on.” She explains. I can’t take all this in. None of it is fitting together or wants to be understood. My brain does not want to understand what she is saying. I am going to need a drink tonight.

', he mused seeing her disgusted face. 'Because I-I came on a blind d-date! I'm not some s-slut!!', she retorted, more tears gushing out of her cheeks as her sobs turned violent almost resounding in the closed volume. 'So how does it make any difference?', she looked utterly shocked at his unprecedented question, gaping at him all baffled. 'Huh?', she got tongue tied at his discourteous statement, what does he mean by that, a slut she is if she goes on a blind date with a guy?

"I bet you do. You want to be my little slut?" "I'm no one's slut," she said. "Especially not yours. You couldn't handle it. If I took your dick out right now, you'd bust before I even touched it. What makes you think you could handle it? I'm going to make you cum without even taking it out of your fucking pants." "Uhhhh,"

My instinct tells me that as always, she is up to no good. "I don't think your mate...oh, sorry, your little slut right here is going to enjoy what I am about to say. Should I go ahead and say them anyway?" My insides boil at the title she addressed me with. A slut? Anyone who would take a first look at the both of us right now could easily pick which of us is the real slut.