Thai Novels & Stories

He rubs, and he rubs until I'm gushing out from being so damn freaking aroused. "I need you," I whisper. "Please stop teasing me." Thail chuckles. We are no longer perfectly aligned. Thail is much bigger than me, so I stare into his chest, but I can still hear his husky, seductive voice. "Is your cunt always this slick around me?" No, that should be illegal! He said the word "cunt," and that's so freaking hot that I'm squirming from his deep voice. "Thail..." I whisper. "Please..."

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I nodded. "But Goddess help you, she's always going to get whatever she wants. You are so screwed." Theo added. Fuck was he right.

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you cool?”

POV Ruby Trigger Warning violence, harassment, threat of sexual assault, Homophobia "That was quite a performance" someone said from a dark corner as I hurried back into the gym. I looked to see who was speaking. "Chad? Is that you?" I asked and was unnerved. Chad and I were never friends. I never trusted him and Scarlett had told me all the awful things he had done in the last years. "Ruby. What happened to you? You used to be so sweet and pure. Now look at you, making out with your sister in front of the whole school." he said in a voice laced with venom. As he spoke he walked closer to me.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

He said. That day he also gave me a new name. Khada Raiko. The next year, He sent me to what he calls the Institute of War. It was a restaurant at first but, as we got in, He presented a small square gold shape token with (IW-HO R 7th) engraving in it, to the cashier. We entered a secret elevator, while in the elevator he picks up another token from his pocket and put it in one of the missing elevator's buttons. He presses it and a new series of underground floors added to the elevator's buttons, descending 25 floors underground. We stopped at the 2nd underground floor. As the elevator opened, People wearing tuxedos and leather jacket accompany themselves in a mini bar on the left, on the ri

she sighed closing her eyes. Within seconds, we had turned, leaving her supported against the door and me kneeled before her. She looked at me speechless as I hiked up her skirt and saw her royal blue thong. “These are too nice to rip them, so we'd better remove them, okay?” She nodded still in a trance for what I was about to do to her. Once I removed her underwear, I looked at her center for a moment, reveling in the views; she was all pink and smooth.

sound and hobbled back the way she came from. "That was scary," Kiara said heaving a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry about that," the pretty girl from earlier extended her hands towards them, "I'm Gia." "Nice to meet you, Gia," Cindy said in her perky voice. "Yeah, it would be nice when I find some sexy bikini," Kiara smirked. Shelly rolled her eyes. These two were gradually becoming a handful. She saw Gia flash them a smile. "Oh there are lots of bikinis here," she informed them.