Accidental Penetration Stories Novels & Stories

There were many needle marks. There were many small but deep wounds on the body. The wounds were neat. There were penetrating wounds. “Penetrating wounds?” Jack said in a low voice. He recalled the woman’s red high heels in the incident of the homeless man’s abuse. Was it a coincidence? Could it be more than that? Jack’s gaze gradually turned cold, with a hint of excitement in it.

She pulled out one of her journals and began to record all the events she had experienced over the past few weeks. "I'll start checking everything from the beginning." A coincidence that Nicholas was also doing where he was. Alicia picked up a pen and started writing small sketches that formed a mindmap on the blank page of her journal. "My parents' death, Brittany's accident, Ace's escape, the masked man, the death of an unknown male corpse... jane doe, maybe?"

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

I decided to stick to that version. I wrote to both, Peter, and Ellen an apologetic letter describing that I had a terrible accident that left me in a coma for weeks. I also told them that I felt better now… physically at least. To complete the story I mentioned about losing my phone, and that I had to buy a new one soon. Fortunately, my explanation did the work. They no longer wanted to kill me for my absolute lack of professionalism, and I even made appointment for the next day so that Peter and I could slowly go back to rewriting my story.

My name was Germaine Shaw. I'd just graduated from college, and my plain résumé made my job-seeking journey challenging. I'd lost the only job I'd managed to get after the internship ended because I'd turned down my superior's attempts to harass me sexually. The difficulties faced in my job search got me down. I stayed at home all day, demotivated and depressed. One day, while doom-scrolling, a new game caught my eye. "This is a romance game where you have all the freedom you need. Meet your destined half in the virtual world—set yourself free and release your pent-up desires!"

Edith’s POV My hands flew against my mouth in complete shock as I watched Heather storm off from my hideout, behind the wall. I had accidentally overheard the horrifying conversation between her and a strange man. Murphy wasn’t the father of her unborn child? I had always known that Heather could be unpredictable and wild, but I’d never thought she would do something this dreadful to her husband. Murphy and our parents would be absolutely gutted by this secret, and now that I had mistakenly discovered it, I knew I had to tell someone.

I wasn’t explaining all of that to somebody I’d met because she couldn’t type a phone number correctly. So I went with the easier answer. ME: Government apparently. UNKNOWN GIRL: The class? ME: No. I’m trying to overthrow Congress. UNKNOWN GIRL: Just checking. ME: I have a 63. There was a pause. UNKNOWN GIRL: That’s impressively bad. I laughed. ME: I came here for emotional support. UNKNOWN GIRL: Then you definitely have the wrong number. I was still smiling when Dad called me downstairs for dinner. I looked at the screen one more time before putting the phone in my pocket.

"About the kiss we shared yesterday—" Perry cut in immediately. "That was nothing. It was just a kiss that happened on the spur of the moment. It was a mistake that won't be repeated," he stated firmly, trying his best to avoid any conversation about it. "Oh," Autumn muttered. Her spirit deflated almost immediately, but she tried her best to not let it show. "I understand," she added. "I'll get back to work." "You should," he said and left for his office. An hour later, they had a meeting with a potential female client, who was the daughter of the man Perry's father had called him the day before, to set a meeting with. The man sent his daughter instead.

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

Later on, in his struggling days, he chose money over his love. Leaving his love behind still made him feel guilty. To save his company from the financial crisis, he married a young, beautiful daughter of billionaire Alex Martin. Although their marriage was unsuccessful as there was a lack of love between them. They got forced by Alex and finally gave birth to a brilliant child that was later on named Chris Hendricks. Unhappy with her marriage life, Chris had to see his mom's slain face in an accident due to rain. Her blood mixed with the rain surrounded Chris from all around. Till her last breath, she kept holding Chris' hand. Even before he could shout for help, her lifeless hand slipped a