Smut For Women Novels & Stories

I fucking hate you! “Are you sure it is mine?” I ask Ruth. While Omegas can get pregnant only when they are in heat, the other females can get pregnant even if they are not in heat. She looks offended. “Just because I invited you to my room doesn’t mean I am a slut. That role belongs to—” I slam my fist on the desk. “Don’t you dare say a bad word about my mate!” I snarl. “You are better off without her. She was sleeping with your father—”

The servants threw my luggage out, and my clothes were scattered all over the ground. I slowly walked over to gather them. My undergarments were lying there as well, and someone at the side gasped. “Gosh! Those are women’s clothes!” “No wonder the Smith family wants to cut ties with him. He’s a pervert!” “This is like inviting a fox into a henhouse. You can’t let him in ever again!” The malicious comments from all sides rendered me speechless. I was a woman. Was it not normal for me to have women’s undergarments?

Waving them all back in, I waited for the last person to cross the threshold before I set the alarms up again. "Those are shitty alarms. And...since I'm officially part of the girl squad now," Smoke said. She pulled her arm back, let her fist plow into my arm. "Get your shit together." The nerves in my arm went dead as I just stared at her. The women who were connected to this family were batshit crazy. There was no other word for it. And they somehow found each other out in the great unknown. I prayed for the rest of the men in the Amatucci family. They needed to find their women before their women found the girls. It would be murder otherwise.

On screen, a couple was running toward each other in the rain to some sappy love song. I rolled my eyes. "So ridiculous," I muttered, switching channels. Maybe I was a little bitter. On another channel, a woman in a white coat was talking about the benefits of sex for women's health. "Women over thirty who maintain an active sex life show lower stress levels and increased longevity," she said, with that professional smile of someone who knew exactly what she was talking about. "Fuck," I muttered, turning the TV off. I sat there for a moment, staring at the black screen, and then Simon's image surfaced in my mind. The way he'd looked at me in the park. The touch of his lips against my skin. T

I pressed my lips together, completely speechless. “We lock ourselves during heat, no matter how much pain we are going through, no matter how much we crave for fresh air. Why? Because our scent might sexually attract your kind. What are we, Alpha Amor Blaze? What are women in your eyes? Whores! We can’t wear clothes we want, we can’t go to places we want because we want to be safe. Feel safe — at least somewhere. Is it my fault that I have breasts, a face, curves, a vagina?” She sniffled.

As if he wasn’t in the same situation… “…You’re not alone there.” “It’s not the same! Men are free to sleep with whoever they want but when it comes to women, I’ll be unable to marry if I end up getting pregnant! Even if I do end up getting chosen, it’ll only be because I’m a Frankston…! I…! I don’t want to be viewed as some kind of slut…!” Squinting slightly at the terrified woman, Frank replied, “…If you’re that worried, then I’ll just marry you! Will that make you stop crying?”

I eventually got what I have been craving, and Stormie is always as sweet as honey, I appreciate him for what he always does for me not only that, when it comes to taking care of a woman, he knows how to do that perfectly. No wonder ladies are all over him because of how caring he is and I, Samantha won't let any lady again have him apart from me, no way will I allow you to sleep with any of these good-for-nothing women wanting to have you all for themselves, she murmured

"Mr. Whitmore, you're misunderstanding this. We didn't mean to hurt Avery. "She was behaving inappropriately at work, getting involved with different men, and using a fake pregnancy report to fool everyone. She even claimed to be your sister." Vanessa sniffled. "We were only trying to protect the company's reputation. We just wanted to correct her behavior." She sounded like she had suffered some terrible injustice. Then, she secretly shot me a smug look, as if she still believed that no one could touch her even with the CEO standing there. Dylan quickly stepped in, too.

She didn't even understand her feelings: was she offended because Liam called her by someone else's name or was she offended because he remembered other women more when he was with her? Mrs. Smith clapped her hands so that the feather duster almost fell off. "I know! He may have prepared a proper name for you since last night. But he hasn't had a chance to tell you yet, Miss. It's no big deal.” Because her job was to make Amora and Liam's relationship get better. She knew that a werewolf shouldn't have a much intimate relationship with humans. But for Liam, she would do anything as long as he was happy.

"Tell me why you forgot to add 'this is just my speculation but--' every time you came to me to feed me with your lies?" His smile was back again. "Well, I didn't come here to convince you to trust me. This one I know for a fact, not a speculation, those women are dangerous and they are trying to destroy the world!" "Sure," I rolled my eyes. "Just like how you and Ishmael are trying to fix it." "America I am being as serious as I have ever been. They ousted all of the men from ever taking on a good role, isn't that sign enough? Every single woman you come across calls themselves alphas. Now that is just absurd!