Novels by Callmenao

Her lips feel warm, somewhat trembling and, after a few seconds, wet, when she opens them a little to take my bottom lip between hers. "That's enough," I pull away, when the ten seconds she demanded have passed and a shiver runs down my back. Everything feels like we just did something pretty horrific like killing a poor little puppy and I hate feeling this way, "Can we go now?" Mid stares at me with dreamy eyes for a few seconds, not moving, but then reacts and nods. I get out of there as fast as possible and once I'm out of her sight, I wipe my mouth. That was fücking disgusting. "Guys, this is my very good friend Midnight," I introduce her when we get to the table and everyone greets her briefly. I pull up a chair for her and place her next to me. Immediately Cums smiles at her, "Don't get distracted by her, Cums." "Sorry, sorry, I won't stare at your 'friend'," he promises, making quotation marks in the air, "But I di have to ask, are you wearing some kind o

"Where are we going?" Midnight asks, sitting on my bed as I stuff the bills in my pocket, "I guess it's not to see an exhibition, is it? Because then you wouldn't have been wrong about the century, or maybe you weren't wrong because the renaissance basically did start in the 12th century... not in art, but the mess with the bourgeoisie that made people start denying the fe.." "No, we're not going to go see any exhibitions," I interrupt her to make her shut the fück up, "We're going to go to a really fun and nice place where there are lots of games and entertaining things. You're going to love it." "So why didn't you want Bastian to know? Besides... I'm really sleepy," she complains, "Can’t you go by yourself?" "No, I can't. You have to go with me because if Bastian sees you here he's going to know that I was lying, plus I know that in about two hours he's going to ask me for proof that we're together at an exhibition so I need you," I grab her hand to make her get up, "And I p

{ Grayson } Midnight's mouth hangs open for probably thirty seconds before she blinks again and looks at me like I'm desecrating against her virginity. Which I'm obviously not doing. As far as I remember, at no point did I ask to insert anything into her or even touch her. I wouldn't object to doing so, but I never offered. "No," she whispers, unable to believe I said that and steps back to let go, "That's not fair at all." "Of course it is. You invaded my privacy, now I'll be invading yours. Seems like a very mature arrangement to me, actually, considering I had no choice and just had to put up with someone watching me at my most vulnerable moment. Maybe it's not a very evident thing, but I'm very shy and insecure about my sëxuality. Just like you." "You're manipulating me," Mid complains making a very slight and adorable pout. "Manipulating?" I pretend to think about that for a few seconds, "Mmm, yes. You're right, I am manipulating you." "So..." "So, we need to p

Angie asks me what's wrong but I can't muster up the courage to tell her because I'd have to tell her extremely embarrassing things. Maybe she's cool and all, but I don't think it's a good idea to tell her. I've never been to such a big, beautiful, fancy mall before. There are a lot of major stores where just breathing costs half a million dollars. Or, I should say pounds. Anyway, it's all very expensive and I don't even plan to go near it. However, Angie tells me that Lion has plenty of money so she gives me permission to buy whatever I want. Maybe I should buy "normal" clothes so Lion stops making faces when he sees what I'm wearing, or so people at BM stop saying I just want attention and I'm desperate for sëx (even when technically they're absolutely right) but I don't want to. I buy close-fitting cropped tops, mini-skirts and other things that show off my legs, and pretty lingerie in case I ever get up the nerve to seduce someone. I also buy shoes and other things that are

The moment I realize Gray knows I'm here, I do what any sane person would do: run. I run straight to my room and I'm so shocked that I don't even think about Bastian and Angie having sëx. I bury my face in my pillow and scream at the top of my lungs because I have so many feelings inside me I don’t know what to do with them. So many emotions. And arousal, unfortunately, is one of the most prominent. My phone starts ringing on the small piece of furniture on the side of the bed and Gray's name appears on the screen along with a picture of his handsome face. Of course I don't answer it. I don't plan on ever talking to him again. I stay with my face buried in my pillow for the rest of the night, regretting being so me. I don't know if I slept or not because I don't feel tired and my eyes were closed most of the night, but my mind never stopped working, so I'm not sure. I just know it's morning because Lion knocks on my door like he does every day, except this time I don't get

"What's wrong?" I ask Mid. She shrugs her shoulders without saying anything and climbs down from my car along with her new friend, who gives her a tight hug. "Thank you. It's time to go home, but I'll call you tomorrow," she promises and Midnight's face lights up again, "Bye." "Bye, Fiona," Mid tells her and then Fiona gives me a dirty look before walking off down a dark alley. I wait for Mid to tell me something about what happened at the club or with her new friend, but she just walks to the passenger seat and waits for me to open the door. She smells upset and looks like it, too. I don’t understand why. Midnight I've never been mad at anyone before, not even at my grandmother. I've been mad at situations, of course, but never at another person. And I know I shouldn't be, it's so silly. But I can't help it either. "Seriously, Mid. Tell me what's wrong, you're so quiet," Gray asks once he manages to start the car and we're on our way home. "I thought kissing was some