The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

Just then, I spotted it—a patch of murky, slightly muddy dirt. It hadn’t rained in weeks now. I crouched down, brushing my fingers across the damp soil. When I pulled them back, they were slightly red and faintly tinged with the scent of copper. Blood. I frowned and looked around, then spotted something else. This time, it was a boot print in the dirt a few paces away. The same boot print we’d followed from the crime scene last night. I stood to wave the others over, but found Bianca standing right behind me. Her eyes widened, and before I could speak, she whirled around and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Hey! I found something!”

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

"Fuck you." As I stomped upstairs, I could hear Lorenzo laughing in the background, followed by a long string of Italian between both men. I couldn't be bothered by what they were talking about, so I didn't even care to listen in, thinking about what I could do to keep myself occupied while the men were busy. *** I was officially bored. I'd gotten so used to living without my phone that even my phone wasn't as interesting as it used to be. I tried going to the library that Enzo showed me, but when I got there, I realized that almost all the books were in Italian.

I moaned loud right into the camera, my voice all breathy and needy while I picked up his latest book from the bed, flipping it open to the filthiest page I could find. My fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit as I read his words out loud, stuttering through the dirty parts. “Fuck, listen to this… ‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her greedy little cunt, stretching her wide while she begged like a filthy cum-dump,’” I gasped, shoving two fingers inside my soaked hole with a wet squelch that echoed in the room. “That’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy. Ruin my tight little hole… please, I need your

This was all getting way too complicated than I thought. Shaking my head I began to dust again. The books were covered in a thick layer of dust . People here must have not touched these books in ages.I was dusting a very old section of books whose pages were torn and leather covers were peeling off when a book fell on the ground. I signed.I started to descend down the stairs when on the last step I lost my balance and fell on the ground.Damn it hurts. I am getting way too clumsy for my own liking.

She looks at Amira again, her smile widening and tears trickling down her face. "Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you want that for yourself?" I can't keep having this conversation with her. "Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms," I lie. "I will be back." I vanish. On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see. Broad chest. Cheap cologne. Handsome face with a cocky smile. "Ren?" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, The new book is called "TERRA". I'll be posting a few chapters here this month. If you guys love it, I'll apply for a contract with GoodNovel. Your feedback is highly appreciated ❤

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

"Found anything?" "No." Avery said. "Just this book that appears to be large and old," Cornelia explained. "Did you say old?" Mia asked. Cornelia nodded, and Mia dashed over to her. "Give me the book." Cornelia bent down, carried the book up, and placed it on the table. The dust was so thick that the girls began to cough. Mia covered her nose with one arm while dusting the book with the other. "Let's see what we can come up with in there." Mia flipped open the cover, which was quite heavy. She was taken aback when she couldn't find anything. As she began flipping the papers one after the other, her gaze met the rest of them.