Uncontrollably Fond Story Novels & Stories

Nathan leans back in his chair with a look of defeat “Not only do I have to witness Gerald and Jean being all lovey dovey, but now Jeong has a woman too. It’s not fair! Don’t you understand what that does to an eligible single man!” I scoff “Nothing is stopping you from claiming a woman you know.” “Are you serious right now?” Nathan can’t believe I just said that. “There’s no way I’d bring an heir into this.” Looking him in the eye “Claiming a woman doesn’t mean you have to bring an heir into existence.” “Ok Mr Self Control.” Nathan says sarcastically. Gerald cuts in “Having self control isn’t as difficult as you make it out to be.” “You’re one to talk.” as Nathan practically spits out the w

The voice is both terrifying in the horrors it implies… and irritating in its arrogant self-regard. “I pride myself on controlling everything in my world. That’s what I do: control things. Create things. Seize things. Whatever I desire, I get. Whatever I want, I take. That desire – that urge – is always there. Untamable. Uncontrollable. Unquenchable. Undeniable.” Uninteresting, I want to shout. “And then, Grant Carlson stumbled across my path,” the voice continues. “And spoiled all my fun.” I stop in my tracks.

He felt that his control was slipping from his hands. 'This creature is my family. Stop giving me these ideas.' Colton said, getting his control back. . #TBC

was all I said. Dammit! I didn’t know that Uncle’s hallucinations were contagious. Sure, I didn’t catch his illness, but I caught his “delusions”. Shit! I hate that black lady so much… To be continued… +++++++++++ So now, not only is the Uncle affected by the haunting, so is our friend who originally was only sharing the story with us. Now, if you still do not believe this story, dear reader. You may want to reconsider since this is now a Paramdam and Supernatural Spa member's first-hand experience, yes?

She is straight to the point to what objectives she wants. "My uncle have a publishing company and he could write yaoi stories. He also had a story about boys love, kindly open your folders and you'll see." I opened the folder and saw the synopsis of it. I could tell that this story was amazing and the book cover reminds me of him. Those big eyes with a long lashes and brown eye color. His pinky and kissable lips. Fuck what's happening to me? Am I that in love to him? I secretly smiled and shook my head.

“And you were too busy trying to win, just like I was.” Bennett looked at me then, his ice gray eyes clashing with my stormy blue ones. The anger in his eyes was overwhelming, but underneath it, there was something that looked suspiciously like guilt. “My mom told me a story once,” I said after a long pause, trying to shift the heaviness that had settled over the room. “About my great-uncle. How he was exiled because he was mated to another guy.” Bennett’s brow furrowed. “Is that so? I never really heard that story.”

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

Author’s Note: This story does not contain incest. The relationship between the male lead and female lead may appear close due to the "uncle" title, but there is no blood relation between them. The use of "uncle" is symbolic, based on long-standing family friendship. This story focuses on emotional tension, slow-burn romance, and forbidden love—but not between blood relatives. so let's begin (Lara's pov) “Lara, listen to me,” my mom’s voice was gentle but firm as she stood by the door. “You need to promise me something.”

I wouldn’t be able to hold on to my restraint if this kept up. “Why did you stop?” Her eyes snapped open, catching me off guard. “Am I bad at it?” “No, you are great,” I said, then took a deep breath as I thought of how to word my next sentence. “It’s just that I don’t think you understand what is at stake here.” I paused, waiting for her to come back to her senses. Maybe pull back or something, but she doesn’t. She remains still, waiting for me to continue. “Things could get out of control, you know.”

What the hell are we doing? But God, I don't care right now. I am groaning as I hold her tight, fucking hard, and I come, letting go of all the pressure that I’m feeling. It is all her fault. She just had to be so freaking hot to make me lose control of myself. I really wanted to stick to my set plan. I made a bet with my mom—she promised me something if I could stick to it for the rest of the fifty days. But now it's all gone, vanished in a storm of forbidden pleasure. And for some strange reason, I don't know why, I don't care, because I'm freaking losing it over this hot cousin of mine. Why did she have to be so hot?