Sweet Simone's Novels & Stories

Forever. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could answer, the door creaked open, and Simone stepped inside, her expression warm but still tinged with the seriousness her new role demanded. “You look breathtaking,” she said, her voice soft as she closed the door behind her. She wore her ceremonial robes, a deep Crimson that complemented her dark hair and the faint golden glow that now seemed to follow her everywhere. I turned to her, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill. “Do I? I feel like a bundle of nerves wrapped in lace.”

Imogen’s smirk widened as if she were enjoying a particularly entertaining play. I knew his mother misunderstood me, but she shouldn't have made such ugly accusations, let alone humiliated me in front of Imogen. I couldn't take it anymore and spoke up. "The future wife is Imogen. Then why did she have to use an aphrodisiac to seduce him?"

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

You two are the official ship! [You still love him, that's obvious. Why nuke it over one misunderstanding? Sure, he screwed up, but he's learned his lesson.] [Exactly! Relationships take compromise. Calling it simping is too much!] Annoyed, I killed the feed and shot a text to my childhood bestie—Kelly, who was in Selvora for work: [Wanna grab a drink, gorgeous?] Kelly: [On my way 😘] Half an hour later, we were tucked in a lounge corner, tequila in hand.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

Simone asked as he released Matt and turned to her. “She’s my date. Sophia Blanc.” Simone Pierce winked at her as he took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Your date eh?” he asked Matt with a nudge at his side. She smiled. His voice and laugh drew attention to them and soon a couple of people came over to talk with both him and Matt. Once again feeling out of place she retreated and bumped into Lawrence. He held her gently with his hand on her shoulder. “Feeling nervous?” he asked.

"It's like something carved out of amber. It's perfect, and I get all loose and fluttery inside just looking at him. And he's so gentle when he touches me. And then he's not, and I don't care because I want him, and he wants me, and everything goes wild and I feel so strong, as if I could make love with him for hours, for days. Forever. And sometimes I have three or four orgasms before we're finished..." She breaks off, blinks, swallows. "Did I just say that?" Lacey takes a slow, labored breath, a long drink. "Are you sure you want to stop? Another few minutes, and I might just come myself." "Oh." Hurriedly, Simone sets her glass down. "I didn't mean to embarrass anyone." "You didn't." My ow

Susan whispered, grabbing my elbow to hide the gesture. "I am calm," I lied shamelessly. She knew it. The waitress stopped at our table and gave us a professional, polite smile. "I hope you like the view. My name is Michel, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight." "Oh, great." The sarcasm was so noticeable she arched an eyebrow. "It’s certainly... wonderful." I gave her a forced smile, eyeing the glass railing behind her and imagining myself tossing her over it. God, I wasn't like this! I never would have believed I could have such thoughts.

We shall cross that bridge when we get there. “Alpha, what a surprise. You haven’t visited me in a long time.” Simone steps out in a sheer gown that leaves nothing to the imagination. She has a big grin on her face and her glistening brown lips indicate she's from doing her makeup. A long time ago, I would have lusted after her and taken her many times but now, I just feel annoyed that she’s trying so hard. “I want to talk to you,” I say as I step into her tent, taking a seat on one of the couches.