Truyện Sắc Novels & Stories

"You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are " Scar stared at him, her pink lips pressed into a firm line. Her bright green eyes were narrowed in thought as she regarded him, and then her scowl deepened and she looked away, down at the twisting trees and the arrangement of rope bridges, platforms, and makeshift treehouses below. "That's right." Venom dripped from her voice as she spoke. "Wolves prefer to twist their victims' minds rather than take prisoners. Your kind takes a sick pleasure in destroying other races. If I ever get off these chains I will have you dead ."

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

His tongue flicked over my nipple again as his hand moved beneath my underwear. “Ah… God—yes,” I moaned, my body arching helplessly as he began to stroke my clit in slow, torturous circles. His fingers slid deeper and I buried my face against his neck, breathing in his scent as a muffled moan escaped me. “Just one touch and you’re already this horny” he growled, his fingers pumping in and out of my soaked clit. “That’s because I can’t resist you,” I breathed. “No matter how hard I try.”

My silence was its own kind of weapon. "A convenient story," Julian continued, his eyes never leaving mine. "He's very good at convenient stories. But the truth is, he didn't save you. He stole you. You weren't a victim, Shay. You were a prodigy. My prodigy. My right hand, destined to be my partner in the shadows. He saw your potential, and he stole it. He stole you and then he erased your memories. Everything you think you are, everything you think you know... it's all a lie he built for you."

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

’ Caleb makes a sensible point. The remaining volume of the extraordinary collection is little more than a pamphlet. On first impression it promises to be no less impressive than the others. A copper and red iridescent sheen, glimmers over what could only be described as scales. There is no way this is what I think it is. The stories my father told us were just that, stories, meant to amaze and bewilder. The unexpectedly abrasive scales lift from the cover as if laid down and fixed in place individually like plate armour.

He took a step closer, a game of cat and mouse. “That’s good, Your Highness. You should follow your heart,” I said, trying to comfort him. He ignored my words. “Do you want to know who my mate is?” he asked, looking right at me. I felt really small. I just nodded. “You are my fated mate, Scheur. I have fought it, but your scent calls to my wolf like nothing else has ever before.” He caged me with his body. I was trapped between him and the wall.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

He spoiled her a little too much. “We’re going somewhere better,” I told her instead, brushing the strands of hair away from her face. Her eyes lit up even in the dark. “Are we going on an adventure?” she asked excitedly as I squeezed us out of the narrow opening, not minding the rusty metal scraping my arms. I heaved out a breath when we finally made it. My hands trembled pulling it close behind us. A tear slips down before I can stop it. Finally. Finally, I can already taste our freedom. I wanted to jump. To scream. I wanted to celebrate!