Stories Desired Novels & Stories

He didn’t just care—he felt it with me. “I’m just a publicity stunt,” I said, my voice a broken whisper. My arms flung out in frustration, the gown suddenly suffocating. “He doesn’t love me. He wants me for the narrative. I’m good for the cameras, I’ve got a tragic past that makes him look compassionate. I’m marketable. I’m easy. He’ll marry me, get me pregnant, and then disappear with his mistress like none of this ever mattered.” As I spoke, Dante’s eyes darkened with fury, the muscles in his jaw ticking as if he were physically restraining himself. I could see it—see the kill in his gaze. He didn’t need weapons. His rage was weapon enough.

I wanted to feel his massive manhood in my throbbing wet cunt, ramming and fucking me until I go over the edge in ecstasy. Tobias is my dream guy and I wish he could just take me away, take me away from this crazy job and place, and make all my fantasies and imaginations come true.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

“I was scared that after the baby was born, you would go back to how you used to be. So I’ve been trying to do things that please you… so you would keep being nice to me.” He stared at me silently. He tilted my chin higher, watching the tears fall down my face. His thumb brushed them away almost gently. “You must have heard the rumors,” he said quietly. “That none of my sex slaves last past a month… because I kill them.” I nodded, terrified. I had heard those stories before. They had haunted me for two years. His finger brushed a strand of hair from my face. “But with you, it feels different,” he continued. “Even though I could make you do whatever I wanted, yet I always made sure there was

She would practically tear my clothes off me while keeping up a running line of dialog: “Hurry lover, hurry. My husband can’t wait to see you shove your big meaty cock into me. He loves to watch other men fuck me, make me scream and then shoot their cum in me. He gets off on watching hard cocks slide into my sexy body. He wants to hear me scream for you to fuck me harder, to beg you to go faster and to shoot your cream deep inside me. Look at him sitting over there in that chair playing with himself while you fuck his woman.”

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

He collapsed onto the cushions, thighs spreading wide, the fabric of his shorts tightening over the bulge there accidental, but my eyes darted away fast, old crush stirring unwelcome heat low in my belly. I returned from the kitchen with a glass, handing it over. Our fingers brushed electric, lingering a beat too long. He drank deep, throat working, eyes meeting mine over the rim. "You're a lifesaver." We fell into talk, easy at first, his deployment stories, the endless sand and adrenaline crashes; my graphic design grind, the late nights tweaking logos for ungrateful clients. The air thickened with the late hour, words flowing intimate, but his gaze kept wandering. To the hem of my shorts

Crotches packed thick in jeans, some so obvious she could see the outlines, hard and ready from watching the women dance. One guy leaned against the wall, muscles flexing as he chatted up a girl, broad chest under a torn t-shirt, pants tight over a thick bulge that shifted as he laughed. She imagined him watching her get fucked, stroking that cock slowly, pre-cum dripping as he waited his turn. Another sat at the bar, beard thick and dark, eyes raking over a woman's ass like he wanted to bend her over right there; she pictured his rough hands on her tits, pinching hard while Jax thrust into her from behind, his cock veiny and hot.

Aiden replied by adding a smile emoticon. Sasha returned his messages back, along with an incoming message from Stacy and this was what Aiden was most worried about. Stacy was very aggressive, without being provoked she always tried to seduce him with her body, especially when she also read the story. It must be very bad because Stacy is often paired with Aiden for photoshoots. "Aiden, is this true story about you?" Stacy wrote in her message. "What is the story ?" He replied. "The title is I Know You Want Me. The gossip of this story is based on your experience."