Romans & histoires Ed Stories

I look at the person who spoke. “Mom!” I yelled when I saw my parents and Shayne. “Congratulations, Bavina,” Mom and Dad says, I hug them. “Grandma!” Pauline yells. “Your hair is getting long, Bavina!” Shayne says that made me laugh. We’ve been through a lot, happiness, problems, pains, achievements, rejections, and we ended up to what God wrote for our story. We ended up with each other despite the pains we gave to each other.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

For the past few weeks I had been completely obsessed with p**n. Not the soft, romantic stuff I used to watch with my husband Mark. No. I had fallen headfirst into the rawest, nastiest, most cliché videos I could find. The ones where a bored housewife gets absolutely destroyed by the plumber, the delivery guy, the pool boy, or any random stranger who shows up at the door while her clueless husband is somewhere else in the house. I could not stop thinking about it.

CYNTHIA “Oh shit man! That's hilarious.” I heard Jake, Cole's best friend scream from the top floor of the school's cafeteria. Of course they usually had their lunches alone,away from peering eyes. Cole had forgotten his textbook with me and I was walking slowly up the stage when I heard their laughter. Cole is my step brother,the son of my mom's husband. “So tell us, what are you gonna do and how are you gonna bang her?” I raised my brows, already liking their conversation until I heard my name.

The frustration I’d been carrying for months—Sarah’s endless trips, the cold bed, the way she barely touched me anymore—felt heavier in the quiet. We talked about safe things at first. Her grad program. My latest project at work. How the cabin’s owner had overdone the rustic charm with all the plaid blankets and antler decor. The wine went down easy. A second glass followed. Then a third. Millie’s laughter came easier as the bottle emptied. She told me about a disastrous date she’d gone on last month. It was about some guy who spent the whole dinner talking about his fantasy football team. I chuckled, but my mind kept drifting to how her lips looked wet from the wine, how the sweater had sli

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

Jax ate like nothing happened, but his foot stayed hooked around hers. "Tell me about you," she said, needing to talk, to slow this down. "The Reapers, that's your club?" He nodded, his fork pausing. "Yeah. It’s a motorcycle club. We ride, protect our turf, and some call us outlaws, but we're family." "Dangerous?" "Can be." He set the fork down, leaned in. "But I like danger. Keeps things exciting." His hand found her knee under the table, sliding up her thigh. Slow and teasing.