The One Night Stand Novels & Stories

Ashley sneered coldly and jealously. Then she turned and walked away. Aurora’s hand on me became stiff instantly, and she removed it the moment Ashley turned and left, as though she just realized that she was touching fire. Her anger could not be matched. “Aurora…” I started, wanting to explain to her that the one-nightstand I had with Ashley was way before that night I spent with her, but Aurora wouldn’t have it. She was deeply hurt, pained, and embarrassed. I could see it in her eyes.

[Gianna’s POV] I stare in disbelief at the man in front of me as he stares me down with those intense eyes of his. He’s being serious. He’s being serious and if this kept up and someone caught us then my career would be ruined. “What exactly do you want me to say?” I ask, looking around. “Do you not understand the meaning of a one night stand?” “I do,” he counters. “But usually those I fuck usually have the common decency to wait until I wake up to say lets leave.”

“What does that mean?” “It means because of your heartbreak, you should mess with as many guys as possible and get your fill of revenge for breaking their hearts. And that involves a lot of one night stands.” Bianca explained but Aria was weary of that, things like that weren’t her style. “It’s what all the girls do now to take revenge on the male species. It’s fun.” Sleeping with random men? No. “No, Bianca.” “Okay, Miss Goody–two–shoes. If you say so.” Bianca knew she couldn’t convince her friend to do something she didn’t want to, so she dropped the topic. She began to slow down her vehicle until they halted in front of a large mansion.

Williams let out an evil grin as he grips Ruth's wrist,whose eyes was busy throwing daggers at him. “Let me go Mr. Williams”. Ruth protested,her heart beating widely against her ribcage. “And what if I don't?..... would be fun to watch you do your worst”. “You're married….so…please…let me go”. Ruth pleaded,her voice breaking vigorously. She's trying so hard not to raise her voice at Williams whose grip is tighten. “Just a one night stand Ruth,I would give you all you ask for!!”. “Are you insane???!!”. Ruth asks in shock pulling free, without waiting for response she quickly walked toward the door but the door has been locked!.

“It’s over! You’re never going to see him again. He lives in the U.S and you’re now in London. For heavens sake you don’t even know his freaking name.” I could write a poem about why i needed to delete that one night event out of mind and recite it over and over in a desperate attempt to forget it all. But I barely had time for that so instead, I muttered the same old words over and over, reminding myself to forget it all. “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.” “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.”

Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink. It's time to put her to bed! You know the expression by leaps and bounds? That's exactly how we got into your apartment, and I'm sure nothing was left in one piece along the way. In the middle of the night, our sounds blended together and spread through your bedroom as we sweated on your sheets. Her warmth and tightness left me out of orbit, and at some point I made a point of making her scream my name while I fucked her hard three times in a row. And when she literally blacked out, the day was already dawning. No one knew anyone's name and there was no need to. After all, it was just a one-night stand. S

All she was concerned about in that very moment was the information I was giving to her. "What??!!! So you're saying Eric Donovan, your new boss was actually your one night stand from the club? Holy shit! How did I not recognize him there?" "You couldn't have, you blind monkey!" Jamila was shortsighted but she rarely wore glasses. She detested them. By the time I was done telling her everything that transpired, she could hardly contain her excitement. "Eric Donovan was your one night stand?!" She was on her feet now. "You don't have to keep telling me..."

Dilays Park sensed that there was something strange about Mia, and went to pull her to sit on the chair: “Tell me, where did you go last night, what did you do? Why didn't you answer the phone when you called me?" Mia buried her body on the sofa, she pondered for 10 minutes before she told her story last night: “Last night, I… slept with a man.” This sentence made Dilays, who was drinking water, spit it out and coughed until he lost the image of a strong woman: "Huh? Who is he?" Mia shook her head. Dilays opened his mouth wide: "Damn it, you're having a one-night stand with a stranger?" Mia remained silent.

I would keep my promise to my mother, and this time no one would be here to make me do otherwise. “I took a shower and washed off our little encounter from my body. Can we move on?” “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m never letting you live that down. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who looks like a Greek god and actually knows what to do in bed? And you just let him poof, disappear.” I sighed, leaning against the counter and pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t let him disappear. The whole idea of a one-night stand is just that... a one-night stand. Only one night of your life. Not more. That’s literally how it works.”

00. The sheer weight of the sum made her breath catch in her throat. One million dollars. It was an astronomical amount of money, a life-changing fortune dropped into her account just for a single night of unhinged, forbidden passion. The realization that the cold stranger was indeed an untouchable, powerful billionaire made her stomach do a nervous, dizzying flip. Meanwhile, down in the dim, concrete shadows of the underground garage, I slid into the leather interior of my blacked-out luxury sedan. The heavy doors shut with a dull, vacuum-sealed thud, cutting off the rest of the world.