Stealthy Stories Novels & Stories

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I love them, I could have all of them penetrating me at once. One tried to offer me money some time ago and I never did it with him again. How dare he, I wasn't doing it for money. Mum already gave me everything—it was always sweeter when done completely free. And with strangers, it was heavenly, how I love it! Just as I got downstairs, the door suddenly made a creaking sound and I hid behind the sofa. Gosh, it must be the son. The jerk wants to spoil my fun this night. Why didn't he come back since or wait till I was gone? I hissed as I hid carefully behind the sofa, my head down.

The heavy double doors of Velvet Chains whispered shut behind Elena Hart with a soft, ominous click that echoed through her bones. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs as she stepped into the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex.

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down.

My hand stayed between my legs the whole time, rubbing my swollen clit while I imagined him bending me over the folding table, ripping my jumpsuit open, fucking me raw and deep while the machines covered my moans. I came twice, whispering “Kane… fuck me” into my pillow. Next day dragged even slower. I kept catching his eyes during count. The promise was there — hot, dirty, dangerous. When final lights out came, I lay there pretending to sleep until Ramirez started snoring. Then I slipped out of bed, heart pounding like crazy. I made my way to the laundry room door. It was unlocked. Inside, the machines were off. Only emergency lights glowed dim red.

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

The subtle way she’d unbuttoned her sleeve, just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of the boobs beneath that pink push-up bra. A tempting scenario played out in my mind: dragging her into the dusty storage room, now storage for unwanted junk that some unfortunate orphan might eventually sort through. But I’d stopped myself. I’d only just arrived, and drawing attention, especially involving Mayor Stanford’s wife, was a spectacularly bad idea. As much as I enjoyed venturing into forbidden territory, I’d heard enough cautionary tales to steer clear of that particular viper’s nest. So, I’d stifled the urge and resigned myself to listening to the confessions of the town’s aging souls. Trust m

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

I was the girl who poured their drinks, cleaned up their crumbs, stood off to the side with my head low. But I listened. Every night, I listened. And my favorite stories—the ones that sent chills down my spine—were about the rogues. Greywin would say, “They don’t walk like us. They stalk. They don’t breathe like us. They sniff, they growl. And when you hear a branch break in the middle of the forest, child, don’t run… they already know where you are.” I remembered the way the girls would huddle closer, giggling but scared. But I wasn’t giggling. I was barely breathing. I always held my tray tighter and leaned closer to hear more.

"You'll see. Grab your coat." They pulled up to a boutique shop nestled between a flower store and a barbershop. The name was nondescript, but the moment they walked in, Kai froze. It was a luxury kink shop. Faye walked ahead confidently, ignoring the cashier's wide-eyed smile as she tugged Kai toward the leather section. "I'm going to ruin you," she whispered. He cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "We're in public." "Oh relax, you love being spoiled." They picked out toys, ropes, soft restraints, silk blindfolds. She made him carry everything. Kai watched her walk ahead, hips swaying, and he swore under his breath.