Romans & histoires No Nut November Stories

The entire building is lit up like a Christmas tree in December. In big bold letters, the words ‘L.O.T.U.S. A.P.P.A.R.T.M.E.N.T.S.’ reads from top to bottom. “You live there!?” I ask, my eyes bulging as I glance over my shoulder at Kain, who merely shrugs at me.

She took the fallen paper plane from the table and all the students were staring at her, anticipating how she'll react. "Good morning class, I am Mrs McElwain's substitute until she comes back from her maternal leave," She calmly said. The students quietly came back to their seats and stared at the auburn-haired woman in front. "I am Miranda Thorne. You may call me Ms Thorne. Now, can someone tell me what your last lesson was about?" One student raised her hand, Miranda nodded, giving the student permission to stand. “We always have Mondays as storytelling, Ms Thorne," Another student raised a hand.

a man said then waited for Chief to say something but Chief looked him in the eyes without a word, he immediately knew that if he didn’t explain himself he would be dead in seconds “Some men stole $500,000 from the warehouse” he said, Chief looked at him in the eyes then looked at the other men behind him, Chief walked back to his car, stood in front of it and rested his back on the car. There he stood and one of his men brought a small flat gold container to him, opened it and revealed six kola nuts, Chief picked up one kola nut and started chewing, the whole place was silent as he chewed, he looked round at everyone, then looked back at the man who spoke to him

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

Their cozy little scene was like a punch to my gut. As the party hit its stride and the drinks kept flowing, I stood up, raising my glass for attention. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, dear family and friends, today's a day for celebration, and I've brought along a little something special for the Joneses and for all of you." Every eye in the room turned to me, buzzing with curiosity. Sheila and Yoel shared a quick, puzzled look. I strolled over to the projector, hit play, and let the pictures do the talking.

"Nick." He rumbled silently again in laughter and nestled her in the crook of his arm. "No need to be shy." "I'm trying not to be." "And did you take the minloc leaf, too?" She jerked. "You knew?" "As soon as you brought it in." "But you drank it." "Yes." "That means it didn't work?" Nick laughed. "It takes more than a minloc leaf to get to me." Skylar turned around, frowning and pouting at him. "How did you know it was there?"

Just then the door of the store was kicked opened and two vampires appeared "Shit" I cursed as I reached for my gun shooting one of them dead , the second dodged the bullet whipping me with a whip that had silver nitrate in it, I groaned in pain, falling down and just then I saw Jerry leap on the vampire tearing her to pieces, turning he wore his clothes holding my hand, leading us out of the store.

That Siena died the second I stopped breathing on that floor. Ripping someone out of your heart after loving them that long? It's like surgery without anesthesia. The kind of pain that makes you want to disappear. But I couldn't stall anymore. Flashes of a winter night from a year ago hit me. Back when Carlo's startup was barely a thing, and we were crammed into a freezing apartment with no heat. One night, I randomly wanted cake—from a bakery way across town. He didn't say a word. Just threw on a jacket and walked through the snow.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************