Steampunk Books For Adults Novels & Stories

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~YVONNE~ Steven’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his eyes dark with lust. “Naughty girl.” I wrapped my hand around his softening cock, lifting it to my lips for a slow, teasing kiss. “I’m your naughty girl,” I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on Steven’s. “Yes, you are,” Steven growled, his cock twitching as a fresh bead of precum gathered at the tip. He tightened his grip on my neck, making me gasp, and crushed his mouth to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

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The city lights bled through the penthouse windows like spilled neon, painting the living room in shades of electric blue and gold. I’d been back from campus for an hour, textbooks scattered across the massive coffee table like an academic crime scene, but my mind wasn’t on attachment theory or research methods. It was on the man moving quietly in the kitchen behind me—Raphael, my uncle, the walking contradiction who made rules and broke lives and somehow made my pulse stutter every time he said my name.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

It would have been hell if I had to spend a week watching a kid but spending a week watching a fiery teenager who looked like she could get any guy she wanted would be double hell for me. If I was smart, I’d give a lousy excuse and leave while I still can. They’d understand and probably be glad if I had to leave. It was the right thing to do. Yet I knew I wasn’t going to do it. I wanted to stay. I wanted to see what it was going to be like having the mansion all to myself; and my fiery little step-sister. I moved toward the bar craving a glass of Bourbon. There were mostly bottles of wine and brandy; the good stuff from the looks of it. My heartbeat quickened when I found what I was looking

“Is this really the library?” Maxill pointed this out at Chastine. He happened to be familiar with the urban environment. “Why, what’s wrong about it?” Juste was innocently curious at Chastine and Maxill's behavior towards the edifice in front of them. Chastine mulled over their current situation on whether they would step inside the unconventional book building or not. She told to Juste, “Libraries don’t usually look like these...” “Hello there!” There was suddenly a tall man with a steampunk suit and an over-the-top top hat who sneaked up behind them.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner