Smutt Novels & Stories

I screamed, the ruse of my voice still hoaxed and cloaked with so much laughter as I tried running away from Fabri and his attempt to smear me with wet sand. “It wouldn't hurt, natural skin care!” He yelled back, as he chased me down the beach. His roughly permed hair jingling in direct conjunction to the direction of the waves. “Skin care?” I said, coming to an abrupt halt. Laughing at his “natural” joke. I was suddenly void of the fear of being smeared by Fabri's natural cosmetic, rather, I was to roped up in his attempt to crack a joke. It was a nice attempt and it had the best of me, because I'd further granted Fabri to smear my face with wet sand.

I breathlessly panted out amidst huge cheers before flipping my finger at the commenting, bratty sextuplet siblings of mine. “DID KYLER DIE BECAUSE OF HER BAD BREATH ? HE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE RESPONDING OR WAKING UP AFTER THE DEATH INDUCING KISS!!” “I WON’T BE SURPRISED IF THE POWERFUL BLUE MOON ALPHA WOLF COULD NOT STAND IT. IT IS ACTUALLY ATROCIOUS AND CAN BE USED TO MAKE STINKIER FART BOMBS” “SAY NO TO BIOHAZARDS AND SAY NO TO SAMANTHA !!”

Mitchum taunted. “Listen jackass, if you want to harass someone over something maybe you should focus your energy on Kenneth. Did you know that mated and marked she-wolves are really horny and needy on full moons? Dude is totally gonna have an AC/DC moment tomorrow,” I retorted. Mitchum’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and I knew I had given him his entertainment for the evening.

“Gah! This is such a waste of time!” I exclaim exasperated as the damn meat grinder won't unlatch how much I tried to wrench it. “Well, if I can’t bring this thing to you then we’ll have to do it the other way around, is that okay with you Nicholas?” But all I’d got was unrecognizable and barely audible words that I can’t even make out. Well, his brother’s tongue and the duct tape really did serve their purpose. Then an idea crossed my mind.

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the master suite without uttering a word, slamming the heavy door behind him. Maren pressed her fingers against her burning lips and took a ragged breath to calm her racing pulse. She walked to the nursery crib and lifted her crying nephew into her arms, rocking him gently against her shoulder. The room felt far too small now, trapping her inside a fortress of gold and uncomfortable desire.

She apologized sweetly. “Ah, too bad. Lucky you.” Ruth flashed a charming smile and was about to walk away but Tabit sighed. “Uh, thanks. You can take it.” Tabit said, offering it to her. “Really?” She asked in disbelief, she would never do this. “Yeah, I am not fond of dresses, they won't suit me anyways.” Tabit smiled feebly, giving her tea although she loved it but she didn’t mind. “Thank you.” Ruth smiled sincerely, thanking her.

His face pale and eyes wide open. "Wha... What did i do"? He stuttered. "You…" "I what Zee"? "You threw up on me, Fletch, on my new shirt. It was destroyed you know. And that too in the parking lot of the club. I drove way back home with shit". Zee huffed in fake annoyance and Fletch was stunned for a moment. "I did"?

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

I breathlessly panted out amidst huge cheers before flipping my finger at the commenting, bratty sextuplet siblings of mine. “DID KYLER DIE BECAUSE OF HER BAD BREATH ? HE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE RESPONDING OR WAKING UP AFTER THE DEATH INDUCING KISS!!” “I WON’T BE SURPRISED IF THE POWERFUL BLUE MOON ALPHA WOLF COULD NOT STAND IT. IT IS ACTUALLY ATROCIOUS AND CAN BE USED TO MAKE STINKIER FART BOMBS” “SAY NO TO BIOHAZARDS AND SAY NO TO SAMANTHA !!”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.