Novels by Holly Spanks

.Olivia.I feel a little relieved to know that Charles is fine with compromising on something that he wanted his dream girl to do for him; give him a baby of his own who will be a reflection of him in every possible way. Even though any child can be taught the way that they ought to carry forward the traditions and the legacy.That is completely dependent on how the parents teach them their ways of life which should not be imposed on them at all. It should just be shown to them, and they should be given the leverage to decide how they want to go about it. If the parents practise what they preach, sooner or later the child will also follow their footsteps.Parents play the most important role in shaping the way a child’s mindset develops because no matter the bad influence in their lives, but they will always remain on the right path and not get distracted if a strong foundation is laid by the parents. And that ha

.Charles.Difficult for me to believe I have an angel living with me. Not only is she naïve, but she is also damn innocent. Every chick that I have been with since the start has all wanted to get the best out of me. They were mainly concerned with my money and wanted to extract as much as possible from me. And even then, they were never satisfied with all the things that I would give them as per their demand. They were all such materialistic girls.Despite having such a deal where they were using me financially and I was using them physically, I had become a monster. Never had I ever thought that I would like to settle down in life because I was getting all the enjoyment without being committed to anyone, and I believed in variety being the spice of life.Every day a new chick would come to my bed. Sometimes either I met them somewhere or called them back, and other times a phone call to an escort agency would tak

To the thing that I said, he ignored it even after I mentioned the talk I wanted to have with him and rushed into the bedroom to freshen up, which is why I also parked it in my head to live the moment I have waited for the entire week. The feeling of holding my darling husband gets better every time. His muscular body makes me want to give myself to him from top to bottom, and it also makes me want to prove all my skills to him.As we enter the bathroom, he grasps me tight. This is the best feeling he has been giving me since the very start. No amount of money can cover up for the orgasm that I man provides. Many people cheat on their partners despite having gotten everything from their partner only because the sex to them wasn’t really satisfying. But I guess I am blessed having gotten the best of both sides.Sex with Charles has been better than the best. When he undresses himself to get under the shower, he pulls me on my back and h

In his room, next came the little room where I had seen the painting of me which I wanted to ask him about. Even for that, I needed to act the same; surprised as if I didn’t know about it and had to be completely shocked. Now that I think about that time, I can certainly agree that it was the most challenging thing for me to do. But overall, it went well, and Charles accepted that painting was his passion, and he always wanted to become a painter.Not everyone is lucky to pursue their dream, but it is nice to keep living your passion even if no one knows about it because you are not living your passion for anyone else. You are living it for yourself. The painting was completed a little more, and because of that it was feeling even more lively, which made me look even prettier.Time passed very quickly from then and even quicker after knowing that Charles was going to be loving me more. All he was waiting for was me to become his offici

Going to Charles’s room legally for the first time was when I had not demanded or done anything to make it happen, and neither I had planned nor tricked him into taking me to his room. It happened completely unexpectedly and even though it was happening very late, but in spite of that, I was super elated.My happiness was obviously on point because even with such a long wait to undergo, I had been so patient for this day. I didn’t even know if it would happen before we got married or if it would happen later. It kept me confused if after marriage we would also continue living in this set-up where I used to sleep in a different room.It was very much possible for me to get to see the painting of me that he had been making in the little room which was attached to his room. I was very excited to see whether he would really let me into his room or not. As we were almost getting there, suddenly it struck me that I would have to act su

It seemed as if he was taking forever to say something. As he was opening and closing his lips in a slow-motion style, it was pissing me off. I just wanted him to say something to me and not just anything, but I was expecting him to oppose whatever I said because I did not want him to believe any of it was true. What he thought about me, and his take on this damn issue was very important to me as that was supposed to be the only thing that mattered to me.Charles, who was my fiancé and was going to be my husband pretty soon, had a doubt regarding all of those nasty things that the whole city was talking about, he should not have proposed to me. But I was sure that he must have thought it through; asking a mediocre girl who stood nowhere stood even closer to his status to marry him.As he started to talk, I automatically felt somewhat relieved without hearing a word from him. I was curious to listen to his side and then put forward my

The silence after Marie’s question was killing. It took a little while for Jean to come back to the reality from what was going on in her mind. She was thinking about how she would cope with Marie being gone, and how they would keep in touch with each other. Primarily, the thing that was disturbing her was the fact that she would be left without friends again as other batchmates did not fondly accept her different likings.But because Marie had put forward a serious question, Jean answered, “Because you are going away tomorrow.”“I am here with you now,” Marie mentioned and asked, “Why don’t we make full use of that instead of getting upset over something which neither of us can change?!”It was a rhetorical question; Jean understood that, and she responded, “That is logical. I want to have the best memories with you.”“I am not dying; just going away,” Mar

Marie and Jean were lost in each other’s arms, and they had completely disconnected themselves with the world. They were involved only in the feeling that they were getting at the present time. It was a beautiful scenario which was sparkling with the freshness that their smiles were beaming out. If anyone were to see them, they would have agreed that beautiful was just an underrated word for that moment.Just as soon as Mr. Jones reached closer to his daughter, Marie and Jean got done with their hug, and they were letting go of each other. That is when Mr. Jones said, “Marie, won’t you introduce your friend to me?”“Yes, daddy. Jean, meet my father and dad, meet my best friend, Jean.”“Hello, sir!” Jean greeted him, and she initiated a handshake with him as she continued, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”“Likewise,” Mr. Jones responded and was impressed with

Marie woke up the next morning with a weird feeling. She was excited to meet Jean after the holidays in which different feelings were experienced between both of them. A few of the things that they had done were big enough to create a lasting expression for life. They were not the little things but quite a lot according to their age.Besides, they were both unsure of who they actually were. They liked being together but also to the level that they didn't need anyone else, and not just figuratively but also literally. Being with the boys stopped appealing to them even though their friends and other people their age were crazy about talking to the opposite gender and being friends with them.Marie was in the best school, and her parents pulling her out of it was not easy for either party. But because of the doubts that appeared in their minds about her liking some other girl, forced them to take such a step. The society wasn't really accepting

Listening to her dad, Marie felt a heavy lump in her throat. Unable to decide if she should be happy about finally getting to stay at home with her dad and the family after such a long time, or whether she should be sad about having to call off her friendship with Jean. Because the two things which Marie wanted for the rest of her life were not possible to happen at once. It was either this or that.For a young girl like her, it was a tough choice to make. She had always wanted to stay at home with her family just like the rest of her friends and everybody whom she had known. Youngsters her age stayed in the family and kept very happy about the little things which they got to do at home. During the time when they discussed such things, Marie dreamt if it was ever going to be possible for her to feel just the same and not be separated from her family members after a couple of days or weeks.But the depressing part about it was that even thoug

A couple of strokes that Jean was giving Marie on her lower back were making both of them wet. But because they did not know much about what had to be done, they were not doing anything more except Jean feeling Marie and Marie letting her touch the way Jean wanted. Marie had her eyes closed to feel the flow of Jean’s touch which was not very hard and yet not very gentle; just the appropriate amount of pressure Jean was applying to impart similar feelings that she was experiencing.In a little while, Jean brought her hands to Marie’s mid back and just as when she was moving her thumbs in a circular manner a little towards her spine, the rest of her palms stretched out on Marie’s back. Jean’s finger tips were touching Marie at a sensitive spot which was the part exactly under her small boobs. Marie was aware of that because of the way it was making her feel, but she still ignored it and did not say a word to Jean.On th

Tears rolled down from Marie’s eyes as soon as Mr. Jones placed his palm on her cheek, giving her a comforting touch. By this time, he had already made up his mind for what had to be done next to avoid Marie doing anything that would cause her trouble in the country that they lived in. But he didn’t deem it appropriate to mention it at the present moment.“Prepare for your sleepover,” Mr. Jones directed Marie only to bring a smile on her face, and a subtle smile showed up on her face. She walked to her room to pack all her necessary stuff. Perhaps it was important for Marie to take some time off from the environment at home, which gave time to her dad to plan everything out and maybe even execute the way out of the mess that was in line to happen. Hence, he lived up to his promise.“What sleepover?” Delilah asked as she took a step forward towards him.“Marie is going for a sleepover,” h