Novel-novel oleh LuX

I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable kn

“You shower first. I’ll try to see if I can get a separate room” Stella’s not easily swayed by his earlier mentioned excuse for why they’d have to share a room. In fact, she had caught his eye twitching once when her gaze refuses to leave his face, in suspicion. Could be mistaken, who knows? But it’s too obvious to be the fault of an unfocused vision. And well, hearing her say she’d find out by herself, kinda puts Luca in a tight spot. That would mean that she’d crack through his lie. Maybe even start making assumptions of her own. It’s bad for the efforts he’s making to get her to trust him. Oh, but what’s even bad is how easily his forehead creases, giving away his guilt. He’s done it so often, he would’ve developed wrinkles by now if he weren’t immortal. By the time his eyes force themselves to look up at her, Stella’s sharp gaze is already fixed on him, arms crossed over her chest. While her scowl dares him to utter a word to save his face, her slow approaching steps ma

3RD PERSON’s POV “You’re late” Is the first thing Luca says once the door to the police car slams shut after the preying man from earlier. He looks out of the window, his face full of regret. But his eyes cackle with a fire that simmers underneath his dark orbs, an indication that he has no remorse for his shameful behavior and will attempt it, if not now, then later. “And I would’ve handled this a lot better than you did” Although his arms are crossed over his chest, a scowl painted on his handsome features, there’s the undeniable fact that he was concerned about Stella’s well being. Would make it his task to whisper a few words of gratitude to the lady behind the reception desk, for her quick thinking. And maybe even slip a few bucks into her palm when he goes for a handshake. Otherwise, the scene would’ve been bloody painful to look at. He didn’t like it when people tried messing with his.. His…mistress? Lover? Would he call it love? Well, he certainly knows that he’

“Are you sure you two will be alright?”, I echo, glancing back at Sandy and Jamie as they stood by the doorway of our house, a sad smile on my face. Jamie yawns. His shoulders press against his ears, mouth stretching wider as the seconds past, the rest of his face scrunching up. It’s too early, yes, it’s obvious from the still dark sky, little dots staining the black blanket. Sandy, however, is still very much awake. Having helped me pack my bags late into the night through to the crack of dawn. This is it. Didn’t even take me long to pack my bags. I would’ve used it as an excuse to stay longer. The brown envelope, as I opened, held a first class plane ticket, and a hotel key card that I could only guess belongs to the hotel I will stay at in the new country. The driver waits impatiently, he’s been doing that for the past hour. Oh if eyes could kill, I would be six feet beneath the ground, his death stare calls for that much. The deepened lines on his forehead are evidence of

“You!”, he orders, finger pointed at someone in a directionless manner. Heads turn, eyes drifting away from his stout build towards whoever his call is directed at. They murmur their thoughts, no one comes up. It’s absolute chaos, giving how no one’s unable to crack the coordinates. “Oh scratch that!”, he mumbles, flipping the pages of his stack of papers over. He adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge, eyes swiping across the paper in concentration. Then he looks up. “The one named Stella Graham!”, his voice echoes throughout the room. Echoes through me as my heart skips a few beats forward. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, expecting a response or at least a raised hand. Welp! Their eyes are on me. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Heck, my head feels fuzzy, I could fall on my knees any moment from now. It feels heavy how fast the atmosphere changes, feels suffocating since the attention is on me. “Ah, so it’s you. You’re a pretty one”, he mumbles to himself. The wo

That day, when night turns up, I couldn’t get an ounce of sleep, plagued by Jamie’s unexpected marriage proposal. I tossed and turned in the sofa, blanket riding lower and almost falling, leaving me cold and exposed every damn time. Guilt and frustration smack me in all angles, making it hard for me to find any rest. Jamie’s sudden change in character calls for alarm. To say that I’m concerned is an understatement. His words are fucking etched into my mind, echoing for as long as my mind keeps wandering to that part of my thoughts. The genuine look in his eyes just make everything far from being okay. Breathing ragged, beads of sweat scattered on my forehead, I push myself up, sleep wearing away from my senses. I rub my tired face with both palms, casting a sideways glance at the wall clock. The ticking hands crawl slowly over the numbers, taunting me with the late hour. It's past 2 a.m., and exhaustion is creeping in, but my mind refuses to shut down. Sleep remains elusive