The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

The man was so fucking organized, it almost seems like he does not make mistakes. “Let's go meet the other ladies,” Brenda offered. I didn't want to meet the other ladies, they are judgmental women who pretend to be saints, but I knew their dirty secrets. Ranging from Lana: The goody two shoes girlfriend who has fucked her boyfriend's friend multiple times behind her boyfriend's back. Then to Maria: The one who pretends to be a virgin but she is a fucking whore who sleeps with men for money. Then Aurora: The one who talks about staying with one guy, but she has jumped to four guys in just six months because she is trying to find the right cock that would fuck her well.

It was all becoming repetitive, so I switched to p**n. "Fuck," I whispered as my eyes scanned the videos. The top video played. It was a woman who looked to be in her forties. Her huge tits were out, and a man was behind her, digging her moist cunt with his huge cock. "Oh.....you're fucking me so good....." She screamed, tits hitting the counter. The next was a bar setting. This woman was close to my age. Her legs were spread open as she perched on the barstool, giving the guy in front of her fuck me eyes. Right there in front of everyone, he got his dick out, pushed her flimsy panties aside and began railing her.

"Dad, Mom, you’ve got it wrong. Amanda is now—" "Scott, shut up!" Elaine might not have understood everything, but she wasn’t blind. She shot Amanda a vicious glare, then turned to me. Her voice wavered, lacking conviction. "Katie, this must all be some kind of misunderstanding. Scott has always been soft-hearted. This woman must’ve tricked him. "And besides, you’re always so busy with work. All you ever do is stare at your reports. You don’t even have time to pour him a cup of coffee.

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

Looked at floor. Grayson held my hand so tight my knuckles white. He wore black, no tie, bite on his neck covered but everyone knew - I marked him back that morning, small, behind ear, where only I could see. To balance. "Everly Hart and Grayson Wolfe vs Damian Black. Charge: Voyeurism, Trespass on Senator's Residence, Violation of No-Contact, Slander of Medical History," the Head Elder read, voice old. Damian's lawyer stood first. Expensive. Same one who got his bail.

I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened. I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don’t want him to do all that to me. But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now. So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission. He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop this time.” I swallow hard. “This is wrong,” I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. “You’re my husband’s father. I… I shouldn’t be touching you like this.”

Everyone in my family knew me as a tattletale. I had one simple rule in life—I refused to endure even the tiniest bit of unfairness. When I was three, my uncle sneaked a slice of my apple pie. That night, I marched straight to my grandpa's bedside, burst into tears, and told him exactly what had happened. The next morning, my uncle ended up getting whacked by Grandpa with his cane, under the excuse that he had left the house without saying goodbye. By the time I was eight, I had learned that Christmas was another excellent opportunity to report suspicious behavior. When my cousin secretly stuffed all the presents into the cabinet, I immediately went to my aunt and whispered the whole stor

Maria placed the garment bag on the bed. “You’ve only been in New York for a few days and you’re already distracted.” “I’m not distracted.” “You are.” “I’m not.” “You wore two different earrings.” Irina froze. Maria burst into laughter. “Oh my God.” Immediately rushing to the mirror, Irina discovered her assistant was right. One diamond earring. One pearl earring. Heat flooded her cheeks. Maria was laughing so hard she had to sit down. “Okay,” she gasped. “Now I’m definitely worried.”

“Don, per favore.” “Abbiamo sbagliato.” (We made a mistake.) The first shot rattles the room, and a body falls on my rug, staining the material with blood. No one is allowed to take her life. But me.

“Your greed ruined you, Chloe. You wanted the throne, and you let a wolf walk straight through the front door. You brought this on yourself.” "Forty years I worked under Father, and he still handed the controlling shares to a girl who hadn’t even finished university. You sat in that office like you were born for it. Well, look at you now. Maybe this is what happens when someone is given too much too soon. Don’t expect us to bleed for your mistakes.” said uncle Marcus.