The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

"But it's so good! We are going to university. We are supposed to have some fun. Don't tell me you are planning on being a virgin till you die, or are you going to wait for him to finally see you? We need to buy this, no two ways about it." Her words hit me like bricks. Six years of having a crush on him. Six years of not being seen, hiding my feelings while other people keep asking me out and I'm turning them down while he lives his best life and I'm waiting around the corner. "Yeah, it's fine. We'll buy it, but it's barely going to hold my breasts, and you know that," I grumble, trying to make her see some sense about the dress she is buying. It's a black leather mini skirt and a sequin to

Unice informed me, and I took the book from her and began reading it. "You're already in the second round of the sexual intercourse. Do you want us to do rounds as well?" When I asked, Unice was speechless, but I saw her list. I lowered the book I was holding and took the piece of paper Unice would list; I read the ones she listed. 1. Rounds? This is something I'm going to ask Ace. 2. Dogstyle? Missionary? I'm not sure, so I'll ask Ace as well. 3.69 I'll ask Ace as well.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

I picked another file and saw that he was building a hospital solely for pregnant she-wolves. “Hmm,” I mumbled, looking through more things. Then I saw a black compact. I took it and opened it, expecting to see powder… and I did. But not the kind of powder you rub on your face. It looked like it hadn’t been opened in a while though. I returned it to its place and saw a pack of cigarettes, some nail polish—weird—another of those black rings that I did well not to touch. Then a small black book with a ring of darkness as its cover.

I throw the blanket to the floor and make my way to my laptop. Googling the one and only Lorenzo. There is not a lot about him, just that his a nightclub owner and CEO of Green Seed Agro, GSA for short. No siblings and no kids. There is tons of business photos of him, shaking hands with big CEO of very wealthy and well known companies. Photos of his latest project, save the planet, seem to pull a lot of attention. I grab my notepad and jot down all the clubs he owns, Maybe I should pay them a visit as well,

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

A familiar book for the ride back. Jeffrey leaned closer. “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up. “Philip’s Room by Raven Black.” He looked stunned. “No fucking way! For real?”

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.