3 Some Stories Novels & Stories

Alek said turning to stare at number three who was a middle aged bald man with full beards,he was a huge man and ruled his own central with iron fist. Gustavo Schmidt the number three moved forward so he could place his hand on the table while he spoke. "I don't know anything about the money leaving the organization account and there has been no news about any form of women going missing,I haven't heard of such news,I am surprised you heard something like that from my central,must be a mistake" Alek smiled and so did Kirill, number three had no idea what was coming for him. "The envelopes before each and everyone of you are pictures of proof that number three has indeed been selling his wome

Lira Later that afternoon, I escaped to the library. I needed answers, needed to understand what was happening to me, what had happened to Xena, what the "third mark vanishing" actually meant. I found three more journals, all from different time periods, all documenting triple bond cases. None of them had happy endings.

“I am in pain. He is too much. I am scared he will break me.” The woman reached out and took my hand, squeezing it. “We know it is hard. But you are the only one who has lasted this long with him. Most girls break after the first hour. You are special. Strong. We will add five thousand dollars to your payment. Seventy-five thousand total. Cash. Just stay until tomorrow night. Satisfy him one more time so he fights again. That is all we ask.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

The first thing they did was smile. Not kindly. Not reassuring. The kind of smile people use when they want witnesses to believe a story before it even begins. Calm faces. Open palms. A narrative already dressed and waiting. “It’s just protocol,” the woman in front said, voice smooth, eyes flicking to the cameras that were very much still rolling. “Temporary relocation.” Relocation. The word slid against my skin like oil. I did not move. Around us, the air tightened. People sensed it before they understood it. The crowd leaned forward, phones lifting higher, instincts flaring. This was the moment stories were born. Or buried.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

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Auntie May might be correct. “Are you nervous? Lora asked Cela. “I won’t deny that I am. This is the third of the three stories and this will surely earn either love or hate in the end,” Cela said. “Well, if you would ask me, I’d say that the original ending was the perfect ending,” Lora said. “I thought so too,” Cela said. “So, we’re all set for the preview night. I can’t wait to see the finished product,” Lora said.

We did more positions as they tried to release all their loads in my mouth, inside my pussy, my chest, all over my body. That night wasn’t the last time we had a threesome. It continued for the rest of our stay on that island. Even after we came back home, we were still doing it. Sometimes it’s only me and Mortel. Sometimes it’s me and Roscoe, and most of the time the three of us. To keep ourselves healthy and clean, we were having a regular check up and made sure that everything was under control. A month later… I was looking at the pregnancy test as the two lines flashed on it. I gulped and shook my head, tears started to roll down my eyes.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.