روايات وقصص ضمن A Pervert's World

"The rest of your soul is here, it seems you are not so miserable that you have to despair." Adela immediately jumped in her mind, she stood up in surprise and hastily asked the man who was saying: "Who are you?" "I am the master of the world in which you exist. As long as you want, I will help you...out smoothly." The other person was still very patient, using the same gentle voice as at first, adding. It's just that this one word came out in a voice that still had a bit of a mystical feeling that was hard to describe.

I opened the packaging and saw that it was a photo album, the one that I had thrown into the trash can back then. The album that hadn't had any new photos in a long while was suddenly filled with many new ones of me conversing with other people in the industry and networking at the tech summit. I finally decided to meet her at a local cafe. Gianna used to always dress in a very sophisticated manner. But now, she looked a lot paler and skinnier than before, and she was also dressed in plain clothing. She was a stark contrast to her former self. She said softly, "I'm sorry, Brandon. I was wrong. I trusted Shane when I shouldn't have, and now, I've ended up like this. I know that I brought this

Third Person's POV The Astral Planet is a world where monsters roam freely. A place where they throw the worst of the worse. A complete opposite of the Celestial Planet, which can be described as an ethereal or sacred world. Within its dangerous and toxic territory, there stands its only Kingdom. Where even the meanest monster strays away from this place, making it a safe zone to live. They aren't avoiding it because of the strong energy emitting from the land but rather they are afraid of its ruler, the Dark Queen.

“She’s your sister and I get that you want to see the best in her. But she kills, she runs drugs and guns, and she has a brothel. Don’t even start thinking that the fact that she runs that place with an iron hand makes it better. They are women, and men, being used for someone else’s pleasure.” “Have you ever been out of Maine?” “No.” “I went to Blanco once with a few friends. It was supposed to be a holiday. We ended up in this place we thought was a club. Women were dancing on the stages, men sat watching them. And I thought it was like my sister’s place. Until I went to the bathroom and saw that behind the red draping men did what they wanted to the women, they’d beat them, force themselv

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

He fisted the collar of the pervert's shirt and raised him to the air so that his legs didn't touch the floor, then he dropped him hard on the floor. "She said to let go of her, are you deaf fucker?" The pervert backed away then started to get up. "And who the hell are you?" By now half the club had stopped their grinding and was watching the scene play. "Just someone who thinks you should respect a woman telling you to take your disgusting hands off her. Got a problem with that?" Clicking his tongue with his hands shoved in his pocket, the psycho nudged his head to the mad he'd thud to the floor.

I don't know what he was trying to make me do but I just hope he realises I am not that resistant and I also do not have a shit load of self control to keep ignoring the tempting and extremely enticing scenarios and positions he was placing in my head, with the woman in my arms. "since we are very much of the same body and everything you are also as perverted as I am." I retorted. "True, but you're more perverted than I am, I didn't have to do anything, you were obviously thinking about by yourself, I just had to give you a little help, but moreover, we are only perverts for her alone, no one else, we can't even stand anyone else for a mate, so we are not really perverts right? As she would

“You don’t want everyone knowing what a naughty young thing you are…” His hand returned to my ass, giving one final, possessive squeeze before hovering threateningly near my thong again. I stood there, trembling, trapped in the crowded bus as it carried me deeper into the night—completely at the mercy of this filthy old pervert who had only just begun.