Stoked Lo Novels & Stories

With a watchful eye, the stewards positioned themselves around the perimeter, attentive to the needs of their guests. Ezekiel perched at the pool's edge, his laptop balanced precariously on his lap as he deftly typed outlines of inscrutable code. Elena sat beside him, idly kicking her feet in the cool waters, her attention drawn to the unsettling gaze of Mr. Brown. His eyes roamed hungrily over her form, lingering on her ample bosom, which strained against the delicate fabric of her bra, and the sheer scarf that draped tantalizingly around her waist. A shiver ran down her spine as she averted her gaze from the lecherous man, feeling his unsettling stares like a physical touch.

I whisper still feeling the sensation of his hands on my lips. “I’m twenty five.” He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

"I don't even know your name, remember? You wouldn't give it to me last night." "It's a good thing I didn't, because apparently, there's an excellent chance you might be stalking me," I quip while trying to think of a hasty exit strategy. He runs his tongue across the front of his teeth. I feel the effect of it straight down to my traitorous core. Somehow, this guy has triggered more responses within me in the past twelve hours than any other guy has in the previous nine months. "I'm not saying this to sound like a conceited jack-"

The maid answered quietly and stuttered a little. "Impossible!" Adam denied the maid aloud. “You careless ones didn't check that. If this stove can still be used it should put out a fire. tsk! Just procrastinate.” Uncle Austin massaged the bridge of his nose, it was very difficult to deal with his Master who was intoxicated with romance and became a fool. “Lord, I'm sorry. But they seem right. The stove was not damaged. This is an induction cooker, the latest technology. So this is a stove that doesn't put out a fire, just puts out heat. The stove is safe to touch because it will not give off heat, it will only give off heat where we put the pot.” Obviously uncle Li at length. T

He smoldered with resentment, rage flowing through his veins like lava, his throat was closed, and the not in his stomach got tighter and tighter by the minute, so did the harden in his chest. They finally took her, they touched what belonged to him, Damien laughed out ferociously, his eyes resembling that of a barbaric animal tasty for blood, he licked his lip truculently. Seemed like they desire nothingness because Damien Martinez would bring it to them. He could make their wish come true, he would gladly send them to hell after giving them heaven.

He’s alive. “Oh! Who do we have here? Isn’t that the love of my life?” August cheered, lifting his glass up. Drake massaged his temples and looked at Alan, “How many?” “This is the sixteenth one, Sir.” Alan said, pointing at the glass in August’s hand. Drake’s eyes widened. Not even Hunter, who has a high alcohol tolerance among them drinks this much. Not to mention it’s his first time seeing August even holding a drink.

Ved said cupping her cheeks. “Do you love me?” Ved asked but Marya pulled away from his embrace leaning to the other side of the tub facing him. She knew she loves him but she is scared to lose him. She knows this won't last long and these feelings will only bring more pain to him. “This love can never be accepted Ved, you know what this type of love is called?” Mayra said and took a pause. “This is Stained love,” She said looking straight into Ved’s eyes. Ved didn’t know what to say to that statement but he got angry at her words. How can she disrespect his love for her and more importantly herself?

and she's softly whisper "yes" Her everlasting smile hung like a setting sun, never travelling beyond the horizon. He chose not to gulp the stinging memories, he chose not to forget, the way she stomped on his love, the way she purposely made him believe in love. On the backdrop of it, he blazed instead, like a glowing coal in the quenched fire, burning intensely for vengeance, for inflicting the pain she had given him, with distance, with betrayal.

My voice, low and cold. " Bro?" He smiled, slightly touching my me by the side of my stomach with his finger. "Are you sure?" He asked, winking at me. " You are disturbing me, Porsche" I said my voice low. I turned my back on him, lying down on my tommy. " Hey, your butt has gotten bigger. What do you use?" He asked, in a sarcastic tone. " Get out." I said. " I know you love him, but won't say it out."