All Chapters of Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Stella POVI had not yet comprehended what was going on when the first flash struck me.One second, I was putting a glass on the kitchen counter, breathing normally, with nothing in any way in my thought. The next, a sharp image cut through my brain like a blade.A dark room.A hand gripping my wrist.The voice of a man whispering, in Don't scream.All within me was repelling. My fingers went numb. My glass slipped out of my hand and broke to the floor.I screamed.It was not a low moan or a cry of alarm. It was a coarse, throat-wrenching sound which tore apart out of me before I could swallow it up. My legs shook. My breathing became erratic. I moved off the objects on the floor as though they were alive.Megan came running from the hallway.“Stella? Stella, what happened?!”I couldn’t talk. My lips trembled. My chest burned. My mind was still partly trapped in that dark room, that phantom grip around my wrist.“I… I… it just…” I stuttered, gripping the counter with both hands. “Some

Stella POVI didn’t wait for the sunlight to calm the tremors in my body.Didn’t wait to breathe normally again.As soon as the scream left my throat and the dream broke in the naked reality, I ran straight to the room of Megan.She was half asleep, a disorderly mass of hair, and a blanket wedded about her legs. However, when she caught a glimpse of my face, my weak hands, my eyes, which were so swollen, she was on her feet immediately.“Stella… what happened? What is it?”I didn’t sit. I didn’t breathe. I just clutched the doorway and blurted, “I remembered something.”Her eyes widened, fully awake now. “What did you remember? Tell me.”So I did.Everything.The wedding dress. Ferguson’s smile. The baby. The warmth. The shift. The blood. And then Claudia, her voice, her hatred, the word she spoke like a curse that sank into my bones to dig my grave.Remember.My voice was tight and dry by the time I had finished, my body making me feel like I had just finished a marathon. Megan looke

Stella POVPain was the first thing that I experienced. Hopeful to vent their frustration, a heavy throbbing pounding in the back of my skull, as one steps on the inside, desperate to be relieved.My eyelids trembled, and slowly and shakily opened, as though my body was not certain whether it was equipped to come back to reality.A couple of seconds everything appeared like a fog, form rather than individuals, color rather than features. I had to blink once again, and all fit.White ceiling. Hospital lights. The strong smell of antiseptic. A heart monitor beeping beside me.I was in a hospital bed.My mind tried to make sense of it, tried to pull up the last moment before everything went dark. A coffee shop. Jonathan’s laugh. The warm cup in my hands. Then that running man colliding with me, the sharp pain, the dizziness, and then nothing.But before the terror could succeed to the point, another consciousness came on board. It was a tremendous wave it was a sucking the air out of the

Stella POVAs soon as the doctor was able to sign my discharge papers, I felt something inside me just felt loosened , like some knot that was binding my chest had been loosen. It was only until that moment that I was able to notice exactly how much I had to breathe freely. The white hospital walls were no longer choking; they were just a place that I was now almost free to leave.Megan jumped about, delighted to see my bed, her hand clapping for her like a kid, like she was just given a piece of chocolate.“Oh my God, Stella, you’re really going home! I swear if they had kept you another day, I would’ve chained myself to the front desk.”Jonathan snorted. “Please. The last time you tried to threaten hospital staff, they asked if you needed psychiatric evaluation.”She gasped and elbowed him. “And look at my face...do I look like I need psychiatric evaluation?”Jonathan tilted his head thoughtfully. “Do you want my honest answer or the one that won’t get me killed?”Jimmy grinned from

Stella POVIt was barely an hour when rested my head that my body couldn't continue... I just couldn't sleep.I rose up slowly, reaching for my phone by the bed stand, a small groan escaping my lips, "fuck... it's just 1am."I turned to see Megan sleeping soundly, stood up quietly and went to the living room, I reached for the fridge to get a cup of water."You can't sleep...""Fuck... Christ... Ferguson..." I yelped so hard that the water splashed all over his shirt."Serves you right for trying to sneak up on me," a small grin was plastered on my lips while I got a napkin to wipe his shirt."I wasn't sneaking, just wondering why you are still up by this time," a wide smirk was growing on his lips.I hit him hard, "how about I ask you the same question? It feels like you've been checking if this isn't a dream."He shrugged slightly, his eyes focused on my lips, "I can see where those eyes are heading...""What do you mean?" He asked with a mocking tone.I raised my head slightly, our