Sly Grin Novels & Stories

He grinned like he just won the lottery. Damn this incident. "Okay. You win, I'll move some stuff to yours." I pouted and slumped back to my chair.

Erga put on a fake smile and said again, "I just got acquainted with sister-in-law." Indira frowned at Erga's greeting to Angka, but decided not to say anything. "You made her anxious, apologize quickly." Angka took a step forward and stood quite close to Erga. Erga calmly replied, "I alrady apologized before." "I didn't hear that." Angka looked at Erga with a cold gaze that looked very sharp. The smile on Erga's face gradually faded. But it was only a moment before he shrugged his shoulders dismissively, smiled again, and said to Indira, "I'm sorry that I acted impolitely."

And I know she wants me to do it faster and harder. I indeed slam deeper and harder, but still, I can hold back the urge to come. I change our position, flipping her over. She gets tighter this way, so it makes me eager to take longer. Only when I feel her shaking again, do I think to go faster and get my release. "Ahhh!" I groan as I tremble, feeling the squirts I unloaded inside her. A sense of joy spreads in my heart. "You're healed. Finally!" Yen says, smiling.

He stated casually and meanwhile, I admired his sense of negligence as if he didn’t know he was the one who made me claustrophobic. “Argh, I’m okay,” I mumbled, gracing him with a fake smile. He again caught me by surprise when he passed me a vague smile. I heard a rumour about him that it was very rare for him to smile in front of people. This rumour even made me do some research over him the day I met him. I searched him with the title ‘Luciano Bernardi Smiling’ but I swear I found none of his smiley faces, he only likes to give resting bitch face vibe to everyone - even the camera.

He flinch making her hand slide out of her hold, in holding him. "Sorry." Kyla apologize, as he watch her lips jump at the words. He stare at her, Her brown hair neatly styled into a simple ponytail. She wasn't wearing any makeup, nor lip gloss. Her pinkish lips, made him bite his lower lip unknowingly. "Sir." Kyla called with a pleading look. "I will do anything to serve Mrs Wallow if--" "Will you serve me instead if I pay your debts." He ask still fixing his eye raping gaze at her.

‘Have you noticed yourself that you’ve been growing more tired, Mr Eley? ‘As I said, he’s been—’ Dr Wray held up a finger. ‘I was asking your husband, Mrs Eley.’ Enough was enough and she wasn’t going to take any more crap from this cow. Norman Eley scratched the back of his neck and shrugged, a half-hearted action for a man used to never getting a word in edgewise. ‘I’ll be all right,’ he said eventually, after some coaxing, and after letting out an enormous yawn, ‘when I’ve had a little sleep.’

"She had feelings for me, and I turned her down. Miss Walker, building a story from one old photo is beneath even you." "Is that so?" I smiled and clicked again. A series of yellowed letters appeared on the screen. I had already outlined the important lines in red. [Grace, once I settle in New York, I will come back for you.] [I have the scholarship documents now. Don't worry. I will keep your name safe for you.] [Wait for me a little longer. I will give you and our child a home.] Every letter was signed with the same name. Henry Hale. No one in the room spoke. Even the camera shutters stopped.

, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied. The tips started rolling in almost immediately. Two hundred dollars in the first hour. Enough to cover groceries and the electric bill that was overdue. Grace smiled to herself, a twisted mix of shame and power running through her. No one would ever know it was her. ASlimySlut, often abbreviated as ASS, was just a faceless fantasy.

With a low groan, he came again, shooting straight down my throat. I swallowed every single drop, not letting any spill. He looked down at me with dark, satisfied eyes and stroked my cheek gently with his thumb. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

They nodded at the same time. “Why?” Annie gave him that ‘you don't know?’ look. “Lewis…” “What?” “She looked like a mix of ice spice and cardi b and you're just… you,” Annie said. “What does that even mean?” Lewis asked with genuine confusion. “The long nails,” Annie explained immediately. “The eyelashes. The attitude. The colorful outfits.” Lewis stared at her. “And me?” he asked. “You are you,” she answered. “You sound judgmental,” Lewis told her.