Wanton Novels & Stories

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

', abomination and disgust transparent in those infuriated eyeballs stuck on her appalled face. Her widened eyes narrowed in utmost revulsion. She clenched her fist in humiliation and anguish as tears sprung in her, a pair of glossy doe eyes, cascading in mortification. His hatred blinded him to such extent that he didn't shy away from calling her an immoral enticer!! Seriously? She's seducing him?? When and for heaven's sake, she's his wife!!! He has no morality left in him..

Samson dropped his phone on the bar and tried to flag down a bartender, accidentially dragging his sleeve through a spill of beer. "Damn it!" he cursed. He was pissed. Pissed at everything and every little thing made him angry. Anger wasn't a good thing for him. It made him want to sink his teeth into someone's neck and feed until he couldn't breath anymore... But that would mean killing anyone he fed on. He could easily do that, as the place was filled with humans. Drunk, wasted humans. All he had to do was lure one of them outside. Hell, he was sure he wouldn't even have to do that as there would be some people outside already. Snatch, eat, erase... Easy peasy.

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

"Are you even sure that I'm your mate? Can you imagine having such a weak mate? I’m just gonna be a burden.” "I have no doubt." He said, looking at me staring in the eye. “And stop patronising yourself.” "I'm known as the weakest werewolf in this pack. I..i'm THAT wolfless girl. I don't have a wolf. How can someone like me be a luna? Do you want to live with the possibility of having a wolfless child? Oh my God, i’m gonna ruin the honor of this pack.” I began to hyperventilate, listening to my own words.

“Nothing’s wrong, Sola. I was just wondering why everyone seemed to be so busy today.” Lunarys perked up from Valery’s other side. “Oh, I know! Cousin Astoria said that important people are coming from Astanza next week.” Valery frowned, “From Astanza?” Astanza was a kingdom to the north. It was a member of the United Kingdoms Alliance alongside Vesperia and the three other wealthiest kingdoms in the world; Luminara, Zhurin and Kholand. Queen Astrid herself was an Astanzan who used to be a Civilian Knight before being nominated for her uncle’s Courtship. So visiting dignitaries from the Astanza were commonplace in Vesperia.

Weight - that was what junk food did to one's body. When I signed back about beauty standards, Wren's face twisted with frustration. "Forget about them," she scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. Her voice took on a sultry tone as she continued, "Black men will hunt you down, you know." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "My people have good taste and bigger cocks."

He explained calmly. I sat there for a while letting his words soak in before a burst of confidence rushed through me. "Fuck you and your rules." I said in his face as I emphasized the word 'fuck' He clenched his jaw and his eyes flared with anger, but he took a deep breath before speaking. "You just got here so imma let this slide. But just know I don't do this often so do it again and I won't hesitate to slit your wrist." He said calmly as his hands rested on his temples.

Bandit said. “No, I don’t.” Jake looked at them warily. He had no idea what they were talking about. “A sweet butt is a woman that hangs around the club, a lay is non commitment sex, sweet butts are club property, a house mouse too and a sweetie is someone you date without any commitment, like a permanent place to rest your cock for however long you see fit,” Nitro explained.