All For Naught Novels & Stories

The guys I dated in university, all were not faithful and even though I dated them with an intention of getting married, I knew I couldn't marry a man who was not satisfied with just me alone. I'm twenty three years but still a virgin. I smiled at Henry "You've been my best friend for years now, Henry. I don't see you like a lover" "I know..." He said softly and held my hand "...Hannah, I know you will still love me. I'm willing to wait for you to love me" I sighed "You're willing to wait till when, Henry?"

And then Nothing.

all over again. The End.

Kendra’s words rang in her ear Addicts lie. “I saw Dalton today...” Hollis continued, avoiding Whitney’s rhetorical question. “It’s my fault...” She burst into tears suddenly. “I should’ve just...talked to him. God, why do I fuck everything up!?” Whitney listened helplessly as she began driving back to her place. Hollis sobbed out apologies faster than she could get them out, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ok!? Please don’t be upset with me too.”

"It's not messed up at all, Soph. It's human. Maybe this is an opportunity to explore a side of yourself you've been keeping locked away." Sophia snorted. "Yeah, well, maybe that side should've stayed locked up. Things were a hell of a lot simpler before Jake fucking Summers came along with his perfect abs and his 'yes, sir' bullshit." Sophia drained the last of her wine, the crimson liquid leaving a faint stain on her lips. She set the glass down with a decisive clink. "You know what? Screw it. I'm canceling tomorrow night. It's not worth the headache." Emily's brow furrowed. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Mr. Reed, in high spirits, explained everything to me. "It all came crashing down. Ever since your people left, she's been without any real talent on her team. Charles hired people who didn't know the technical side of things, and the third-party outsourcing company took the money and ran. Now, the creditors are coming after them because of the collateral they put up. Susan's in a bad spot. Lucky for you, you're not the one left to clean up her mess!"

I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, covered in their cum, my pussy still leaking Brad’s release down my thighs. What would I even tell Mom and Dad when they came back? That the two men they left me with—the two of Daddy’s best friends they trusted completely—had made their precious princess cum so hard she was dripping everywhere? That they had pumped all their thick, hot cum over her face and breasts while she begged for more like a desperate little slut? I was dirty now. Completely filthy. And they couldn’t know yet. I lay there on the bed, still naked, marked with their release, my pussy still throbbing and leaking from how thoroughly they had used me.

Not for me. For all of us.

And what I gave up was my father's life, my family's fortune, and my own life for three whole years. And now, this moth had to wake up.

“Project it. All news feeds. Live streams. Social media panic. The BBC, CNN, Al Jazeera. I want to see the world losing its goddamn mind. Show me.” His hologram flickered, a brief, almost pained shimmer. “I am sorry, Ang. I have full access to the public data streams. But the rest of the world… does not seem to know yet.” I stared at him. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘the world does not know yet’? You just told me the constitution of reality got rewritten at midnight! There should be screaming from every screen!”