Accidental Penetration Stories Novels & Stories

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

I asked. He nodded. “It’s time we control the story.” We appeared on national media. Told the truth. Almost all of it. We didn’t name Eliora. Not directly,but we exposed the threats,the lies,the forgeries. Public sympathy shifted. For the first time in weeks, we felt safe. Until that night. The nursery window shattered.A rock landed on the floor.Attached to it, a note: You can lie to them. But you can’t lie to him. Adrian picked up the rock. His hands bled. He didn’t flinch.

"Why don't you just tell me what's going on? I'll send you my location. I just got here a few minutes back." Jennifer's sighed in relief but before she could respond, a strange voice echoed in the background. "Miss Erica?" And in an instant, Erica's voice was gone. *** Penelope rushed in, her face somber until it meets Jennifer's disturbed face. "Are you ok ma'am? Turns out the dispatch that delivered the parcel isn't registered."

" I turned and walked away, not daring to look back. I was afraid if I stayed any longer, I would make another mistake. I did not expect Henry to spill everything to Macie, though. When I saw the messages on my phone, I thought I was hallucinating. Henry: [Wendy, I didn't know you cared so much.] Henry: [You're right, we shouldn't hide this from Macie. I just told her everything.] Henry, that idiot! What exactly did he tell her? Did he mention that night? I rushed home in a frenzy, a sneaky thought gnawing at my mind. Maybe Macie did not even like Henry. Could I like someone she did not care about anymore? Could I just pick up someone she had discarded?

"Why are they trying to kill the story?" “Who knows?” Margo shrugged, her expression shifting from triumphant to slightly bewildered. “But I think the higher-ups said it's become somehow criminal for anyone to publish it, like it violates some kind of privacy law or something huge. I've never seen them squash a story this fast, especially an Ethan Blackwood story.” "Yeah, me neither," Whitney echoed, still looking at the pictures. "Do you know who the woman is?" she asked now, genuinely concerned because if anyone could tell who the woman was, they might start cyber bullying Ruby as they had done Ethan's numerous girlfriends.

The protective instinct was there whether I wanted it or not. I climbed into my car and started the engine. As I pulled away from the curb, my thoughts wandered. The insemination mix-up. Savannah. The court mess. Everything we’d been dragged through. None of it should have happened. Yet somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, Kyra and I had built something surprisingly steady. Something soft. Something real. The drive back was quiet. Just the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the road beneath the tires. I found myself smiling slightly.

I want to forget about everything that has to do with him and just focus on the important things. "You know what when Marcello first abducted me to his house, I thought that he was a monster that was incapable of Falling for anyone, especially after what he did to my brother, but I still found him Charmin and nearly lost myself cheating on Shawn. It was a good thing that Rodrigo appeared that day in his house and we had to stop but when I overheard him calling me a whore and something to be used and passed around, that hurt and I tried to stop myself from falling for that man. I saw him as a monster and another sort of thing yet I couldn't stop thinking about him. Most Times all it takes is

Daniel Yoshida's car plunged off the PCH, tumbling down the cliff to explode on the rocks below. Sarah Brennan fell down her apartment stairs, neck breaking, a tragic accident according to the medical examiner who'd been bribed years ago by Marcus. Marcus Liu collapsed at his gym, another heart attack, another "natural" death that was anything but. Gabrielle Rousseau's house erupted in flames, old wiring finally failing, no indication of arson. Thomas Berkley received the wrong medication, slipped away in his sleep, a care facility error that would result in lawsuits but no criminal charges. Amanda Foster was mugged while jogging, fought back, got shot, died on the sidewalk while joggers tri

Instead, he intertwined our fingers and whispered, “Don’t let me lose you again.” “You won’t,” I said. “Not this time.” The next morning, I woke up to chaos. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Notifications. Messages. Missed calls. Damien came out of the shower, towel around his waist. “What’s going on?” I turned the screen toward him. Headlines screamed from every corner of the internet: Cross LEGACY EXPOSED ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTS LEAKED ONLINE BILLIONAIRE HEIRS ACCUSED OF COVER UP

The news that they had all heard startled them. They were gaping at Jason and Alicia as she flaunted her rings in his face. "When did this happen?" Leslie said when she recovered. She had seen Alicia recently and she could not recall seeing a diamond on her hand. "Last week when I visited him and the city," she said with a smile. "How did the bloggers not carry this? You have been a great source of joy to them since you two have been showing an awful amount of love to each other. It was titled A Love Across Cities by Chiachester's Dailies" Brian explains.