Raunchy Novels & Stories

Gia muttered half-heartedly. “No need. Honestly, you look sexy when you curse.” Raven gazed at her in awe. Usually, Gia cursed internally or used milder language. Gia became irritated by his inappropriate comment and snapped, "RAVE." “I wasn’t flirting. That was just an honest observation.” Raven defended himself quickly, sensing Gia’s rising anger. “Just continue the damn story!” Gia said, no longer bothering to apologize for her language. She plopped back onto the beanbag.

Rocco has that typical rogue smell of rotten flesh and death. “OH, you will see!!! This is going to be so much fun! HEHEHEHE! I can’t wait!” Rocco claps his hands together like a demented clown… Goddess, he freaks me out at times, but he’s also growing on me like an annoying wart I want to cut off.

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

lick, “... and very, very naughty.” ___________________

not like this. To Be Continued...

His hand slips under her dress while the others keep chatting, laughing — like it’s nothing unusual. My legs, covered up to my knees, start to burn. Everything in me burns at the sight. I let out a shaky breath through my mouth. This indecency is irritating… isn’t it? — Why is everything with you nephilim always so…? — Lascivious? — He finishes for me, one brow arching. — Promiscuous? I give him an ironic smile. — I was going to say liberal, but sure, promiscuous fits.

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

Just say the word. Me: [I’m not okay. But I don’t need a slap. At least not from you two. Maybe from my husband who’s too busy massaging… his secretary.] A few seconds later, the screen exploded with digital profanity. Rhea: [I’M ABOUT TO THROW UP. THAT SECRETARY? The one you helped? The one you bought the Armani blazer for? The one you took to the salon? I… I want to burn the entire city down.]

Cold sweat streaked through her thick foundation, exposing the rough, dull skin underneath. "No! It's not true! This is all fake! Jillian photoshopped it to set me up!" Kelsey—or rather, Kelvin—shrieked at the top of his lungs. But the shock had made him slip, and he forgot to keep his voice pitched. What came out was no longer that sickly-sweet baby voice, but a rough guttural roar like a trucker with a three-pack-a-day habit suddenly getting his boot stepped on. That one outburst said it all.

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.