Three Some Stories Novels & Stories

“We’ve been competing for lifetimes. It would be strange to stop now.” That pulled a laugh out of me before I could stop it. For the first time in a very long while, it came easily. The past was still there. Some things always would be. But it no longer weighed the same. After three ruined lives, Ivy and I were no longer fighting over the same wolf. At last, we were walking toward lives that belonged to us.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

“And don’t protect anyone by trying to sugarcoat anything because I know you. Not even yourself, Isla. Just start from somewhere at least; I can't help you if I don't know the story.” Those words did it. Somehow, they unlocked that library in my head. I pressed my forehead into my knees, phone wedged between my shoulder and my ear, and then I opened my mouth to speak. “There are… three of them.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. There was silence again before her voice flowed through my ear carefully, as if she were treading on swampy land. “Three what?” “Three people I shouldn’t want,” I said. “And I want them anyway.”

Then taking a deep breath, "I'm really good...that was just amazing...more than I expected...wowza!" With my hand pushing her hair aside and stroking it, I looked into her eyes, "Just relax...baby girl, just relax." As she recovered, she breathed deep with a big sexy grin and satisfaction, "I think I just had back-to-back orgasms...three or four...but I think I had three!" Pete grins, "The best shit always comes in threes...we just had three days of non-stop threesome!" Then I grabbed the two "Robbie" dildos from the nightstand, and held them next to the real thing, laughing, "And, of course, we got the three Robbies right here!"

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

The Third Side of the Coin This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

Olivia stood back and looked at me. “You want to talk Bash?” she asked me and I stared into her beautiful eyes. I didn’t, I was over this and I was over having to share her. I looked down thinking for a minute, if I stopped this it means I would have to give up Olivia and that I certainly didn’t want to do. If I had her I had to share her with Blake, it killed me and all I wanted was Olivia to be mine, completely mine. We had been a threesome for the last year and it was clear I was the only person with the problem. I think I would feel even sicker if I had to watch her be with Blake and not me. Me and Blake had been best friends since we were kids, we had shared a few women and Blake had gi

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

Oh well, she did say she wanted a bunch of kids! So that’s the story of how I ended up touring Europe for my honeymoon like we had planned to do, just me, my pregnant wife, and our two children! I love her, our children, and the life we share. It still amazes me, that in three years, how my entire universe zoned in and shifted… To her, because of her, for her… Loyalty Amory Knight, my everything… My universe, in three years!

It was a simple dream, yet my brothers had ruined it. I could still remember Phoebe clinging to Gary and bawling her eyes out that day. She'd hiccuped while describing the last time she'd seen the hair clip. At the end, she'd added, "Holly said it was nice, too." Just like that, everyone somehow got it into their heads that I'd stolen the hair clip. They'd refused to believe me, no matter how I'd explained myself. They'd locked me up and forced me to admit that I'd stolen the hair clip. They'd refused to let me out before I returned it.