Stiff Upper Lip Book Novels & Stories

" Yes, I still dream of having my own company one day. My uncle doesn't have ambitious dreams and he will continue the same way until he gets old.” Clara remembered one of her friends there saying that Lipe was the most stubborn human being they knew. He would debate for hours until the person agreed with his way of thinking. Some called him stubborn, that was his nickname there. He was a tall, thin boy with a thin face, and she wondered how he managed to buy clothes that fit him, he must have had to make pence in his pants. Lipe had a beautiful toothy smile, it was endearing and so far, she avoided disagreeing or taking a big subject further with him. At least at first, she wasn't going to

My tongue tried to push past the seam of her lips, but her lips remained tightly sealed. She was different. Unlike the women who eagerly parted their legs for me. She stiffened in my arms. Her lips remained tightly closed at first. But her resistance wasn't helping me to stop, it only fueled my hunger. I pushed against her lips, demanding entrance. My tongue traced her lips. But her stubborn lips were still tightly closed. I lost patience and nipped her lower lip softly, bringing out a tiny whimper, and the sound sent a jolt of satisfaction through me and straight to my already aching cock.

There is a nose, eyes, lips, and cheeks. When Havi realized that the person before him is a human, his fist comes loose. Havi watched the woman laugh as well. Her voice was no longer hoarse, instead, it sounded crisp and soft. The type of voice he wanted to hear all the time to calm his heart. It was strange when he got this feeling from a total stranger.

~ RIG ~ I let my upper lip curl up and bare my teeth. Let him see that he was dealing with a helluva lot more than a spoiled rich kid. His instincts were dulled by humanity and alcohol, but even his dimwitted senses caught the flash of my teeth. He stiffened.

“Up top.” I glance up and spot another title, bold and direct. How To Make Them Forgive You. Real subtle. Of course, it’s sitting right on the highest damn shelf. I swear under my breath and rise on my toes, stretching my arm as far as I can, fingers just brushing the edge of the cover. I lean in a little more, determined to grab it myself and then I feel it. His hand, brushing against my arm as he reaches past me and plucks the book down like it’s nothing.

So Good day to everyone of you reading. I'm done with lipsticks and gun hence I present you book 2 of the Lipstick series. It is a sequel and I'll be starting to write that soon. For now this is a blurb: Lipsticks and rings (Happily never Afters) Jasmine and Taiwo's relationship had started with a contract that was solely just based on sex but it had ended with the both of them realizing just how much they felt for each other and now they are as happy as they can be. What could possibly go wrong? One guess. Everything.

The front has the words ‘Vivlío tis Eleftherías’ [Book of Freedom] embossed hastily from a hot branding iron. To Bronx and Pan it probably just looks like an ancient book sitting on the crystal stand, but to me, it’s alive and thriving. It’s calling to me, screaming and writhing, reaching toward me and begging for my touch so its power can be released. I lean forward and whisper to the cover. “I’m the master. You don’t get to tell me what to do, so shut up right now or I’ll burn you to a fucking crisp.” I’m surprised at how angry my words sound and that I cursed at the book, but it worked. The book immediately settles and pulls its energy back in, but still seems ready to burst knowing I’m s

"You always get into stupid stuff" "It's not stupid", she pushed herself on the bench near the big bookshelf as he stared at her. "Don't crack riddles. Just say", he sighed. "Wipe your lips. I don't feel like looking at you", she looked away. "Ugh! Why do girls wear this stupid lipstick?", he shrugged, rubbing his lips. "Don't say girls. I don't wear it. You should say some girls", she blurted out. "You're in the complete mood to fire back at me today. What made you do so?", he grimaced.

he snapped, irritation threading his voice for reasons I couldn’t place before his expression flattened into blankness. He tilted the book toward me. I squinted at the cover, then back at him. “What now? I’m supposed to feel most especially grateful that you’re not wielding the book against me, too?” Tsk. His fingers pinched my cheek. Pain flared from my split lip—still tender—and I knocked his hand away. “Cut it out!” The silence after was loud. Thankfully, we were alone. He nodded toward the book. I looked again. Deadly Enmity.

She looks around, embarrassed, and shakes her head. “I also noticed you skip those parts in your books—the ones with anal scenes. You couldn’t even read about it without discomfort.” I grin, feeling a little self-conscious about how deeply I’ve studied her, but it’s important she knows. “And when you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ but you don’t really mean it, your lip curls up, just a little. You try to hide it, but you fail every time. It’s a dead giveaway.” She rolls her eyes, laughing. “Okay, so you know my body better than I do.”