Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

At graduation, I invited my classmates to attend my engagement party, but what I didn’t expect was the total meltdown one of my classmates had when she saw my engagement photos. She strutted over, full of herself, and demanded that I take off my dress so she could use it to polish her shoes. I blinked in confusion, thinking she must have lost her mind. I laughed and suggested she head over to the campus clinic to get checked out. Instead, she exploded, pointing a finger right in my face as she started yelling. “You leech! How dare you wear something so expensive?” she screamed. “You’ve been spending all of my boyfriend’s money on your filthy clothes! Have you no shame? Get down on your knees and apologize, or I guarantee you'll regret it. Who knows where you'll end up tomorrow? Maybe in the hands of some trafficker?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Who would’ve thought that my fiancé, whose tuition fees I paid for, had the nerve to keep a secret mistress behind my back?

I had been dating Andy Lawson for five years. He had gone bankrupt, and during the worst of it, we had to sleep in parks and scavenge leftovers for food. After a hundred days of that life, I was just going to the blackmarket to sell some blood for money when someone sent me a video. [Surprise.] It was a livestream site, set up for rich kids to prank the common folk—and a video of me was pinned to the top. My finger trembling, I tapped on it and saw myself hidden in a corner of a park, munching on leftovers to nourish my frail body. On the split video, Andy was reclining against the armchair of a five-star hotel and savoring his gourmet menu. "Oh, this is amazing! All Andy has to do is say that he's sick, and she's selling her blood for him!" "On the sixteenth prank, she fell into the ocean… And on the fifteenth, she was sent flying in a car crash! Why is she so hard to kill?" "Well, Andy already made it clear that if she survives until the end, he will marry her and swear off women!" "One month to go! Will she die from the pranks, or marry into the Lawson family with pomp and circumstance?" "I'm betting fifty mil that she dies tragically! Hahaha!"

"Tell me you don't want this, Vivianne..." Noah's breath warmed against my skin, his finger dragging against my aching clit, and his eyes locked on me. "I'll stop if you tell me to..." My waist arch, a soft moan slipping off my lips as he pushed two fingers inside me, a smirk curling at his lips. I should push him away... I should curse him, but I couldn't. My body betrayed me. I wanted him, I hated to admit it. How could my body want the same man who ruined my life? "No... Noah..." My breath stuttered, nails digging into the bed as desire washed over me. "Do... don't... touch... argh! Right ther...e... Fuck! Please don't stop..." "Where, V... Tell me where you want me to touch." He fingers moved inside me, teasing my inside. "Ri...right there... Fuck!" My hips jerked up, pussy throbbing with pleasure, walls tightening on his fingers... right before my orgasm tore through me...

Eight years ago, Alpha Sebastian Carter betrayed her. While she was pregnant with his pups, he exiled her to fulfil his mate’s evil wish. Jasmine had nowhere to go for years. From the gutters, she began to rise to fame with her triplets and her second chance love, Asher, at her side. But what happens when Sebastian comes back with a ring he vows to put on her finger? He still believes that Jasmine will always be his to possess. ~ “Do you think of me when he touches you, Jasmine?” his voice in her ear cut deep. She’s broken, shattered to pieces because of this man, yet he didn’t stop. “Move, Sebastian,” she begged, trapped in between him and the store room’s wall. “Wrong answer.” She tried to shove him, but he held her hands captive above her head. “I know your body remembers me.” “Shut up!” “My kisses are what you dream of every night,” he growled, and her thighs clenched. This was wrong. It was forbidden. He’s a mated wolf, and she’d moved on from the past. Right?…

She didn't plan to get married that night. She just planned to forget his name. One betrayal, one bar and one terrible decision later. Zara Calloway wakes up with a wedding ring on her finger and a stranger named Cael Ashford making coffee in her kitchen. She needs the marriage to survive her stepfather's grip on her inheritance. Cael agrees to stay immediately, his eyes tell that he has never been surprised a day in his life. He hasn't. Because Cael Ashford does not do accidents. He does not do drunken chapels or convenient timing or women who knock drinks onto his jacket. He does plans. Long ones. Quiet ones. The kind that takes two years to execute and requires a wife from the inside. Zara was always the plan. The problem is that plans do not laugh with sincerity. They do not stay up until 2AM talking about their dead mothers and dreams. They do not make a man forget, even briefly, what he came for. And they are definitely not supposed to start looking like the only thing worth keeping. Some marriages are weapons. Some weapons miss their target and hit something worse: the truth.

Then without breaking the kiss his hand slid down, fingers brushing between my thighs with maddening control. He played with me lazily at first, teasing circles around my folds, making my hips jerk. I moaned into his mouth as one finger dipped lower, then retreated, just to torment me. “Azrik…” I gasped. He pulled back only to whisper, “Patience. Or I’ll tie you to this bed and take my time.” The way he said it raw, full of threat and promise, had me clenching around nothing. *** She was supposed to be Beta. She ended up betrayed, branded, and carrying the Lycan King’s mark. When Lunessa's mate-to-be betrays her with her best friend, she’s left humiliated and heartbroken, until a mysterious stranger steps in. One night with him changes everything. Now hunted, pregnant, and hiding in a world that’s forgotten her worth, Lunessa must uncover the truth behind the man who saved her, and the bond that could destroy or save them both. Betrayals run deep, secrets run deeper, and when old flames ignite a war, only one thing is certain, the moon never forgets her chosen.

Georgina, a devoted mother to her twins, Luna and Ace, finds herself struggling to balance her new life with her boyfriend, Toby, and the unresolved feelings she has for her ex-husband, Archer, the head of the most famous and dangerous mafia families: the Lancaster Clan. Archer and Georgina were childhood sweethearts who married at a young age and later became parents. Although they had a strong bond and deep love, complications arose after having kids, causing them to grow apart. Finally Georgina asked for a divorce and even though Archer wasn’t in favour of it, he agreed. But that didn’t stop him from being overly possessive of her and hating the guts of any man that laid a finger on her. They separated five years ago, yet they haven't finalized the divorce despite having numerous discussions about it, especially now that she has a boyfriend. While Georgina is determined to move on from her past with Archer, the undeniable chemistry between them makes it challenging to ignore their history. What caused this rift between them? Why did they break up? Will Georgina find the strength to resist Archer's charm and fully embrace her future with Toby? Or will she be drawn back into the magnetic pull of her past love?

Aria Vale never demanded to be wolfless. She just wanted to belong somewhere. Her father disowned her. Her boyfriend, the powerful Alpha Lucian Crowe, kept her hidden for years, promising one day he'd bring her into the light. Her best friend Mara was the only one she trusted. Then, on the night Lucian wins everything, he drags her into the spotlight... only to humiliate her in front of the world. Leaked videos. Public rejection. And a proposal ring slipped onto another's finger instead. Aria runs away from everything, but she doesn't get far and is sold into the underground boxing world as sex slave. She wakes up owned by Ares and Kael Blackthorn, ruthless brothers who despise her for reasons she doesn't understand. They plan to break her. And she plans to survive, until the mate bond hits. Now the men who hate her are tied to her soul, and she's tied to theirs. Revenge against the people who destroyed her life is close. But so is the pull she can't ignore. In a world that eats the weak, sometimes the only way to win is to claim the monsters who thought they'd claim you first.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

My marriage to Bryan wasn’t perfect, but it was never bad enough for me to want him dead. Yet when he was brutally murdered in a hotel room, every finger pointed at me. His family accused me. The world believed them I spent months behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. My empire crumbled. My only child now sees me as a murderer. I was bullied, broken, and forgotten until Damon stepped back into my life. Damon, my ex-lover, is now fighting to clear my name. He has one goal: to set me free. But he has another theory, one more shocking than the accusation itself, My Husband could be faking his death to make me suffer and start a new life with his mistress . Freedom didn’t make life easier. Outside those prison walls, I’m paying for my husband’s mistakes while battling for custody of my son, his family took everything from me but what if i turned everything around in my favour? And the question haunting me remains: Or how long was my supposed dead husband going to keep hiding?