3 Some Stories Novels & Stories

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

He picked up his phone and typed one final blog post. *“The first time I told the truth, I was afraid no one would listen. The second time, I was afraid I’d lose everyone. But the third time… I told it for myself. And that made all the difference.”*

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

“I love watching all types of p**n but i think the ones i prefer are gay three somes. You know the ones where a guy arcgs and the other guy is fucking him from behind while the third one is kneeling and sucking his balls.” “Or the one where two guys are kneeling and taking turns to suck the balls of one of them. Sucking him till he cums on their faces.” “You know the vibes. Have you had a three some before?” “Not really. I had a fuck mate last year but anytime i came up with the idea of three some, he would decline.” “Did he give a reason?” “He is the territorial type and he likes me being the only one who sucks his dick.” “How do you suck it that keeps him that attached.”

-No, please don't ask me to be your lover. -No, no way, this is just a meeting between friends, a couple of friends who love and understand each other, that's all, Tere. -Well, you've taken a weight off my shoulders. -And you, Tere, what have you done with your life, are you happy? -Yes, I am very happy, I married a wonderful man who loves and understands me, I have three children, they are all three men, but they are my adoration and I am theirs.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“Yes.” “Then… storytelling?” Shadow beamed and applauded. “Storytelling? You mean… the book I’ve entered previously?” Julia became interested. “Yes,” Shadow replied shortly. “In these three worlds, the storytelling power is only limited to three people.” “Three?” Julia leaned in. “Three people? Each person from each world… I suppose?” “Oh, well done, Malikul Afdal. You’re the true genius.” Shadow said in an impressed voice. “I am.” He puffed his chest and sneakily stared at her.

Amanda. Three months after Konstantin's capture, life has found a new rhythm. The alliance between Keith and Franco has proven more valuable than either expected. Combined resources mean better intelligence, stronger security, and more profitable operations. Marco Colombo and I have even developed a friendly rivalry in training—he's determined to beat me in hand-to-hand combat, and I'm equally determined that he never will.

Kristen was so thrilled that her best friend and brother had fallen in love. They make such a great match, she thought. She didn't think that they would ever have threesomes or that Carter would fuck skanks and tell her all about it. Just like Kristen didn't think her mom really made p**n or that her dad fucked every hot woman he could only to tell her mom all the details. Those were just the naughty stories that Kristen told. And she already had an idea for her next wicked tale percolating in the back of her mind. Well, a dozen of them. So many of them, but she needed inspiration to pen them.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.