A Perverts World Novels & Stories

We were in front of a grunge-style pub. Its facade was red and it flashed the words "S.D.R." on it, which I assumed stood for "Sex, Drugs and Rock'n'Roll. Vicenzo got off the bike and held out his hand for me to get off, which I did. He put away the helmets and put his arms around my shoulders uninhibitedly, smiling at me in that joker way. I was going to follow protocol, so I just smiled back and walked him inside. And seriously, what was this amazing place?

I fuck his hand, begging for a release. Fuck me! Oh, fuck… “Shhh, little bird.” He whispers a soft warning. “You don't want people to see you naked… Screw that.” He sighs. “You don't want people’s blood on your hands because they saw you naked.” My body swings in a state of shock. Wait… What?! ‘Psychos are wild and pervy and dangerous… This man in front of me, the one my body and soul belong to, is worse than the devil.’

The villains didn’t just attack randomly. They came with a message. —END OF CHAPTER 4— A single shadowy symbol burned itself into the ground where the villains vanished, and it spelt one word: “AWAKEN.”

He already knew the obvious culprit behind this, "she is always thwarting my plans! A young goddess who stole my world, and now she dares interfere again in my designs to create a new one!" He then laughed, a sound like shattering glass and said to Charlotte, "but it doesn't matter, he is only a mere insect from anothet world. We will simply just have to kill him." "Another world?" Charlotte questioned, her mind racing. She understood only fragments of his divine rant, but she was a master at extracting information and turning it into leverage. It was how she survived.

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.

Why the hell did they prefer to continue with chaos and misery rather than return to the utopia we had once known? "People are nuts," Mirele told me as we compared notes one afternoon. "Literally... this whole experience has created a bunch of certifiable nutjobs, and we'll be rooting them out for years!" "I just wish we could stop them from causing more problems, but something tells me that's going to be a hell of a tall order." "it will, but if you think about it, this world has never been free of criminals. It's just one of those things about humans... give them enough rope, they'll either try macrame, or they'll hang themselves."

I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!" Before I can even protest, the blank space starts distorting around me. What the heck? "Well, Goodluck Host St412c120883D! Look how lucky we are, there's already an available world for you! It's even a high-rank world! Maybe a Class-B or Class-C. Let's grab it before anyone can even find it!" "Hell no, wait!" "Transmigration starting 10% ... 27% ... 54% ... 89% ... 100%! Your soul will transfer in 3, 2, and 1."

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.