Wattpad Lemons Novels & Stories

Only one person can make all his worries gone. "Drayke!" Damien cheered over the phone talking to his only best friend... Drayke. *** Ugh!!! Where did it go? I had put it in this book. What the hell?" Leila was annoyed. She has searched all her bag but she didn't find the pages of dialogue. In utter irritation, she threw all the books down on the floor. There was no one in the library except for her... She was talking with herself for the past five minutes. Finally, she saw a few pages roll down on the floor. She huffed.

“As long as you want to remain Luna, you will always be. I told you, I am never letting you go but since you can neither trust me nor my words, I hope you can trust this.” Tatum bares his canine, holds his wrist to his mouth and rips it open, thick crimson liquid with a metallic smell slowly drips down the side of his arms and he closes the distance between them. He places his wounded wrist on her forehead and smears his blood all over it before he plants a kiss on it. Leila stays completely still, a sharp contrast to her frantically racing heart. She stares at Tatum with mixed emotions in her eyes as he grabs her wrist and bites it open, then smears her blood on his own forehead.

My wolf, who had been on his back with his belly exposed, loving life, hops to his feet. Which female is the lemon? There’s just so many. I start to sniff them as I disentangle them. Flowers. Rain. Oatmeal cookies. Weird. Nice, but weird. No lemon. My wolf has his snout in the air. He wants out. He knows he could nail the scent down in the blink of an eye, but I’m not shifting in this scrum and freaking out the females. They’re gonna get bored sooner or later. I breathe the lemon in, soothing my wolf with the knowledge that it’s still here, mingled in with the naked flesh and jiggling asses and beautiful, bountiful titties.

Author’s note That sad story about Leila and Hermes is actually one of my work in progress. If you won’t mind reading it when I publish it, can you signify? 😉

Besides, she had brought wet wipes along for the ride. He smiled, “So you don’t want the car charger I slipped into my jacket pocket before we left?” “For fuck sake Leo! Why have you been holding out on me? Plug it in. I’m at seven percent over here!” He laughed and dug the cord from his pocket. “That’s what I thought.” Amber plugged her watch in and sighed in happiness. She gave him a cheesy kiss. He licked his full lips afterwards. “Have I told you lately just how much I love you Mr. Clemonte?”