Xxx Mama Dormida Novels & Stories

SAMANTHA’S POV The days after the final board review stretched into a strange new normal that still felt fragile, like glass that could shatter if we breathed too hard. I woke up most mornings in Wesley’s bed now, the sheets tangled around us, his arm heavy across my waist as if even in sleep he was afraid I might slip away again. The flat smelled like coffee and the faint trace of his soap mixed with the lingering scent of last night’s passion. My body was a map of him; faint bruises on my hips from his grip, love bites hidden under my hoodie, the pleasant ache between my legs that reminded me how many times he had taken me.

All Holly wanted to do was retreat to her room and sleep for a few more hours. When she woke up, at around 4pm, the house appeared to be empty. She checked, and her dad’s car was gone from the driveway. Now that she was feeling better and was all alone in the house, there seemed to be only one thing on her mind. Sex. During her nap she had a dream about Clara the girl she has met last night. The girl still had a lot to learn, but Holly could not take her large breasts off her mind and their make out session..

Although she was not smart, she was determined to be the best mother to her baby when she gave birth . In another room, Xavier opened his eyes in the dark room. He usually woke up by seven, but after those beautiful days it was as if there was an alarm set up in his head. Once it was five, his eyes would fly open and he would find himself looking at that beautiful woman sleeping by his side. When he felt like he had stared enough, he would wake her up just to see her sleepy and angry face. He loved it when she loved him with those sleepy eyes for disturbing her sleep or begging to sleep a little more . With this thought, he slowly reached out to her side of the bed, but, touching it, he felt

She also decided to go to the second floor. Lee Umji walked slowly up the stairs and could see that there was still a third floor. But she stopped at the second floor and found Ha Mino with a woman. Not only that, there were three rooms on that floor. "Have you come?" continued Ha Mino with a thin smile. The woman who was nearby also walked towards Lee Umji. "Introduce her, Lee Umji, translator and editor as well," Ha Mino said, introducing her. "Oh I am a former journalist and currently studying writing a biography. My name is Yoo Dami." The woman named Yoo Dami stretched out her hand to Lee Umji.

I knew what I was doing wasn't safe but I needed her close where I could watch her. She would also need to feed in the night, and that would save me the trip of going to the nursery and encountering Onari and any possible antics she may put up. I suddenly remembered mother was around, so I got up once more to go check on her. I knocked twice on the guest room door. No answer. I tried the handle and pushed it opened. The room was dark, save for the bedside lamp illuminating the room. She was asleep, a book on her chest. I removed it and kissed her on the cheek. She muttered something unintelligible and turned to face the other direction, settling into a more comfortable position.

AUTHOR'S POV. The moonlight flittering in, casting eerie shadows across the room,Pamela sat on her bed in the room she now shared with Dawn. She bit her lips anxiously as she stared at the door waiting for Dawn to return back to the room after seeing his parents off. Suddenly the door creaked open and Dawn walked in, Pamela got up and ran towards him, her brows furrowed in curiosity. “What did your mother say?” She questioned. “Is she still angry?”

Micah opened the door to the room that smelled of lavender and potatoes, but nothing could mask the overwhelming scent that made his chest ache: warm vanilla and winter blossoms. Xenia. His mate. The atmosphere had completely changed, softened. The girls had rearranged the space with blankets and cushions, forming a nest of makeshift beds. Most of them were already dozing or curled up in conversation. And in the center, Xenia lay atop the stripped mattress, one arm protectively draped across her belly. Even in sleep, tension clung to her. Her brow creased, her breathing shallow. She twitched now and again, caught in some restless dream.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I still can’t believe it. Next to me, Maddox breathes deeply, his brow slightly furrowed even in sleep, as if he still can’t stop trying to control the world. But there’s no world threatening him anymore. Not like before. On the other side of the house, Dax is sleeping on the couch next to the crib, a half-empty bottle in his hand. Max and Lev are in the guest room, their son curled up against his mother’s belly, where she carries their second baby. Yes. Another one.

She peaks at the screen and saw the name of Mia and her message said, "are you still awake?" Mia is laying on her bed, she tried to close her eyes rolls over her bad back and forth, and sleep but she can't fall asleep. Her mind is full of thoughts about Xavier, she's thinking of saying the truth to him about her pregnancy but she was afraid that he might misunderstand her cause she already refuses him to be responsible for her.

Danae throws over her shoulder, "so everyone can have their own bed. Ray and I have already called this one. We're going to watch this show all night! I walk to the door and open it, widening my eyes when I realize that this room looks exactly like the other one. I thought it would lead to another bathroom or closet. My clutch lies on my bed, pajamas right next to it. I slip into the bathroom, take off my old clothes and slip into the light, soft fabric. I wonder where Danae managed to get this... Once back outside, I see our big TV stretched out on the wall. Xavier is just sitting on one of the beds, flipping through a magazine of some sort. Doing the same, I crawl onto my own bed, cradling