Sweet Insanity Novels & Stories

Elena resumed her position, her tongue diving back in, making Samantha moan despite herself. Jake leaned down, capturing Samantha's lips in a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the taste of mint toothpaste. His hand cupped her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple until it pebbled. Samantha's body betrayed her, arching into his touch as Elena sucked harder on her clit. The dual sensations overwhelmed her. She came hard, her cries muffled against Jake's mouth, her thighs shaking around Elena's head, wetness gushing out of her pussy. Panting, Samantha pulled back. "This is insane... but don't stop."

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

Serena and sanity never go hand in hand. "What are you gonna do with this?" I questioned pointing towards the tray. Her eyes flickered open widely, and then coming an inch closer to me, shocking me. "So you want me to marry you?" She asked in an extremely sugar coated tone, and then to my utter disbelief, taking one cube she started trailing it on my face starting from my forehead to eyes, to cheeks and ending on my chin. My eyes closed on their own as my heart began reeling in her touch even if that meant with a pinch of cold water but then that utterly hungry woman of madness, emptied the entire tray inside my shirt making me step back in horror as the cubes made contact with my skin.

"Good job! Indeed, my decision to arrange the three was correct. We will use this blueprint to prepare for the upcoming Sweet project." "What?" A voice of someone surprised exclaimed. As soon as Zelda mentioned the SWEET project, all eyes again turned to us, seemingly not believing it to be true. The SWEET project seems big, so everyone is shocked. Zelda saw their doubtful and surprised attitude; she grinned and said smugly: "What's wrong with everyone's expression? Regret? Another lesson for everyone doesn't judge others by their appearance. Maybe they're a diamond, just unpolished. What a pity, I have three diamonds in my place."

He began massaging his temples. "Ahm! Desmond, Kota is right. At least, there's something we can do!" and maybe, me too. "Sweetheart, you can't even remember your past. How are you going to help?" I whispered while cupping her cheeks. Oh, my goodness! And there it went her strengths and my weaknesses - the lips' pouting and bunny eyes! "Des?!" and baby tone. "No! Amy Leah, it's dangerous!" this was for her safety so A BIG FAT NO!

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.

"Why. Who are you? Who are you to make me suffer like this? Who are you? Your presence has turned my life upside down. You make my heart ache. For the past three years, ever since I woke up in a white room with IV lines in my wrists, I have not been able to live in peace. I always miss someone. I miss them desperately in my dreams. I cannot be intimate with my fiancé. I cannot. Not even a little. Even though he has been as patient as he could be, and even though my reason tells me I must trust him, and fate has destined me to be his wife, I cannot." "Why can't you not." "I do not know. I do not know. I always have the feeling that this is not my life. I always question whether I am truly Ing

I’m just a computer nerd with an eye for perfection. And he’s… literally perfect. Literally. If I had to describe him in my coding language, it would be a flawless build—no bugs, no glitches, no unnecessary lines. Clean, efficient, and dangerously close to breaking every system it runs through. Wait a minute. What am I doing again? What is it that I was about to say? I’m trying to figure out my own brain when Sweet Poison steps closer and lowers his head, so we are looking eye to eye.

I said and brought another cigar to my mouth and lit it. There was silence. “You are now calling during the wee hours, Ace?” Santiago’s voice was hoarse, like he was already half-drunk or half-planning to ignore me and just sleep “I don’t waste time unless it’s worth it,” I said flatly, blowing out a drag. “Do you want it in the future or not?” “Depends. You selling me hope or a product?” “Product. Real deal. Clean, potent, and three times the punch of meth. We're calling it Bliss.”