Sweet Simone's Novels & Stories

I groaned when Jessamine escaped my embrace, snatching the phone from me and answering the call… the video call. “Oh!” Simone blinked, surprised to see another person from her camera. Jessamine’s body stiffened, seeing Simone and another woman on the screen. She was brushing the little child's hair, but when she heard the girl’s surprised voice, she leaned to see who was on the screen. “Oh, hi!” Simone greeted, waving her hand and smiling sweetly at Jessamine. She cocked her head to the side and giggled. “She must be Aiden’s girlfriend, Mom.”

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

The last thing I need while I speak to the sheriff about their out of control neophytes is my own bride and neophyte losing her shit in the middle of the meeting. Simone waits for me in the hallway. She is a picture of elegance and beauty in the blue dress. Her blonde hair tumbles down to her waist in a mass of curls, and even though she doesn't wear make-up, she's damn near perfect. "Are you ready?" I ask. She nods. She's not even nervous. This she knows. This she understands. This she can do with her eyes closed. Being a powerful vampire's doll is what she is good at.

everything. “Simone…….”

After that I took my laptop where I do my business at home or somewhere else. I saw that Aaron emailed me the information of Simone. She's going to be mine soon. If it's the last thing I'll do. I opened it and read it. Name: Simone King Eyes: brown Height: 5.6 ft Age: 23 Work: Manager of company Kayes lovely bridal Past boyfriends: Enrico Bale 2 dates Jurgen Miller 1 date Ricky Graham 1 date Present boyfriend: None I will go to her work tomorrow. Her past boyfriends are all young businessmen. I know all of them. That made my blood boil. But it doesn't matter now because she has no one now.

She finishes and looks away with a smile. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I didn't want to hold back anymore. I smile coldly and open my lips to say the words that want to force their way out. "That means that person would be a very pretty woman to have taken after me." Her face changed drastically and I smiled and turned my focus to Gilbert. I was not here for Yvonne, but she will get her thirst for the sour lime soon.

Anamika excused herself when she got a phone call. Bella looked at Massimo and smiled. "Hello father in law..." Massimo kept his face straight. "Get out..." He said like a robot. "You are rude." She pout. "Thanks" He placed hands in his pocket while rolling his eyes. "And you are annoying." "I know..." She grinned. "Everyone says that, except Alex... He is sweet unlike you..." "Sweet" He scoffed. "Don't do that... To me he is sweet like you are to your wife."

These people have quickly become the most important people to me. This dress is perfect. I thought, looking at myself in the fitting room; it was not the extravagant dress Margot and Stephanie had been picking for me or the sultry dresses Donte was choosing; it wasn't the sophisticated dresses that Jake favored or even the overly modest dresses Betty kept selecting. This dress is one I found myself. It had almost translucent lace sleeves that went just below my elbows and a low back with the same lace pattern as the sleeves, starting at the lower back and coming all the way to my shoulder blades. The dress has a halter top with a slight sweetheart neckline. It has a built-in bra that lifts m

She’s so straightforward. [She’s charismatic. There’s no one way to be a woman. She’s smart, she’s upfront about her hustle, and it’s consensual. No judgment here.] “Wow! She’s kind of cool. I think I like her.” “Mmph...” Douglas cupped my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. “Babe, I’m getting jealous over here. You haven’t even told me you like me yet.” I traced circles on his chest muscles with my finger. I gave him a suggestive gaze.

She pulled her hand away slowly, her wet fingers shining, but she didn't cover herself. "Elena... I was just..." Elena's eyes met hers, a small confident smile tugging at her mouth. "Thinking about me?" She moved closer, her hips swaying slightly. Samantha nodded, unable to speak, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Elena reached the bed, her knee pressing into the mattress as she leaned down, her face inches from Samantha's. The scent of Elena's perfume, made her feel intoxicated and the scent mixing with her own scent made a fresh batch of wetness gush through her legs.