Smutty Novels & Stories

He sits down and nods at me as he takes in my somber demeanor and my puffy eyes from my quiet sobs. "Are you all right, Harley?" His voice is sincere and laced with empathy, which instantly touches my heart. "Fucking fantastic, Scotty. You gonna light that blunt?" "Shit, are you sure you want to smoke it? It's laced with meth." He adds, taking the blunt from behind his ear, placing it to his lips, lighting it, and inhaling deeply. "Yeah, Scotty, fucking pass that shit."

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."

"I didn't cause you any harm, and I was only trying to help you. I'm curious why you're avoiding me to this extent." Sammy spoke with tension in his voice, not noticing Mitch's face, which had lost its color. Now, with each movement he made, pheromones were flowing from him. With the pressure of having his breath caught as if choking, Mitch couldn't understand what Sammy was saying. What's wrong with me? He had been sensitive to smells since morning, but this was on a different level. Something in his body was definitely wrong. It felt like his stomach was turning inside out.

He said. Sassy laughed at his stupidity. "Look Murphy, I'm no longer a kid. All your stupid jokes don't get to me anymore." "Oh?" Alpha Murphy asked and stood up. He noticed how calm his wolf had become. He walked closer to Sassy and sniffed her hair. "You kinda smell nice." He whispered into her ears, and she pushed him away. "Stay away from me, you freak." She said and Alpha Murphy laughed again. "Well, this freak is your mate. Deal with it." He said and his laughter faded into a frown.

I winked at him. “Why, honey?” Smith asked me while putting up the lovey-dovey look. I was all loved up. “First, he ruins happy moods and secondly, he is too cute and I think I might fall in love,” I said slowly as I covered my face with my hands. Sam started to laugh with his bald head shining more than ever before. “I will take that as a compliment, miss,” Sam said lightheartedly. “But I won’t take that, Anna,” Smith told me carefully. “Don’t be fooled by his looks, okay? He might be old but he is a sly, old power-horse!”

Only when Damontry awakens, she becomes calm, but when pissed off, she turns into a demon from Hell. "Okay, wait a minute!" And he brought a plate to put it in something resembling a hollow cube, Damion looked at him questioningly, he waited for a few minutes to pop his fingers and open this cube, to widen Damontry's eyes, the plate contained milk and a sandwich. The smell of breakfast is enough to bring the highest tuft of hair in Damontry to the ground, can the smell be delicious Isn't it supposed to be smart but no! Damontry found its scent capable of causing her salivary glands to secrete waterfalls into her mouth.

Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I don't want a drink." Desire filled the suite, thick like a cloud surrounding and suffocating. I tried to recall Dr. Sams' words. Senses. I inhaled, yet my lungs wouldn't fill. The flames in the fireplace no longer crackled. The usual scent of tobacco didn't register. Apprehension gave way to alarm as I tried to keep myself composed. "A-Alton, we said...not until..."

The pressure drops, popping my ears. I open my eyes for a fraction of a second. A vibrant, glowing blue mist is rising from our skin. It swirls around us in thick, luminous tendrils, illuminating the dark corners of the room. It smells like ozone and impending storms. I close my eyes and deepen the kiss. I tilt her head back, demanding more. I trace her bottom lip, tasting the sweet cocoa she drank earlier. She is completely rigid in my grip for one second. Then, she melts. Her small hands come up, gripping the fabric of my black shirt. She pulls herself closer, leaning into my chest.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”