All Chapters of RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES): Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

MIRA’S POVThe bell above the door jingled as I walked inside. I smelled of piss and my hair had crumbs from last night's dumpster dive stuck on it. Everyone I walked past scrunched their faces in disgust, but I didn't really give a fuck.I stopped giving fucks when my classmates turned their back on me after mum died, leaving me to rot in the streets.My nose tingled, stained with the cocaine from this morning drug run. I sniffled, running my fingers over my nostrils as I strode toward the counter. A couple stared as I walked past and I bared my teeth at them. They jerked in fear and I laughed.Holding hands, the two quickly rushed out of the store, their steps fading behind them. I simply tsked and adjusted the strap of the bag hung behind me as I made my way to the counter.One of the fluorescent bulbs above me flickered before dying out, sending a section of the room in darkness. The figure behind the counter sighed as he muttered something under his breath.“Gerald," I said in my

MIRA’S POVI clutched the book tightly to my side as I walked up the street. My steps were fast, my breathing heightened and my heart beat loudly against my chest. My pulsed races in my ears as my mind played over and over the events that had just played off no more than thirty minutes ago.I had given Stan the book and I was more than sure that he walked away with it. But when I walked up to the van with hopes to collect a good meal, I was handed the same book I had traded out. And the worst part of it all was that the man actually believed he was serving me a plate from the truck.What kind of fucked up shit did Gerald just put me into?My steps slowly came to a halt as I reached the abandoned monetary that stood at the outskirts of town. Its columns were dilapidated and overgrown weeds surrounded the building. It looked and smelt like shit, but it was my home.I took double glances down the streets for cops before slipping through a hole in the fence. Then, I rushed up the broken s

MIRA’S POVI frowned, looking down at his cock, the veins around it pulsating hard, before bringing my gaze back up to his. “You… you have to be kidding me, right?”The smirk on Thorne's face suddenly vanished and the scowl that took it place made my skin crawl. “You… will satisfy me,” he muttered, his voice suddenly turning deep. "And I will give you what you want.”"What do you–"Before I could finish speaking, his hands shot up and runes burned like embers around his arm. Suddenly, chains shot out of the ground like vines, snaking around my body and wrapping me tight.“Hey,” I screamed as I writhed and struggled against the chains. "Fucking let go of me you fucking creep.”Thorne said nothing–just walked up to me, his hands behind his back. Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the side and two smaller chains exploded from the floor beneath me, gripping the sides of my mouth and forcing it open.“Two thousand years," he muttered, the chains tilting to force my face to meet

MIRA’S POVHis balls clapped against my ass, the sound erupting through the walls of the empty building. My moans came after, mixed with pleading and begging for him to thrust harder. My body riled with a bitter blend of pleasure and pain I had never felt before.I cummed hard.His clawed fingers squeezed my nipples, a part of his talons digging into my skin. I winced a little, but then pushed forward, letting it sink deeper. Blood trickled down my breasts to my stomach, then down to my pussy, mixing with the cream forming from his ass-fucking.I cummed again.His fangs sank into my shoulder, drawing blood. I felt a part of my life force drain away, but taking its place was some kind of supernatural strength. Instead of feeling weak, I found myself moving my waist to match his drive.I cummed the third time.He spanked my ass, slapped my cheeks, squeezed my breasts so hard my skin went red. My breathing had gone down and my body struggled to keep up. I didn't know how long he had been

MIRA’S POVThe moment I stepped into the room, lights flashed in all directions at me, blinding me. I smiled, placing a hand over my face and waving with the other as I followed the old man.“Smile for me, Mira."“Strut! Strut! Strut!"“Who made your dress, Mira?"I slowed my steps, dropping my hands down and letting myself bask in their praise and adoration. It all felt… unreal. Like my fantasy was plucked out of my thoughts and manifested before me.But where was Thorne now? Did he finally defeat his brother? And how the hell did he make all of this happen?“Mira," the old man called, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see his hand stretched out toward me, a stoic expression on his face. “They're waiting, miss."I put on that professional smile again and took his hand, letting him guide me up the raised circular platform where the interview chair waited. I sat down on the chair, crossing my legs gracefully and swivelling as I waved at the cheering crowds behind the