Novel & Cerita Alt Stories

I had chosen a small town in southern Italor, a place where Mom had lived as a young girl. Mom often told me stories about this place when I was little. She'd tell me about the white houses surrounded by lemon trees, an azure coastline, and the peace of church bells echoing through the mountains at dusk. After Mom passed away, Dad had wanted to bring me here to settle down, but he was always too tied up with the family business to make it happen. Now, I had come on their behalf. I rented a small apartment facing the sea, with its white walls slightly warmed by the sun. On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas.

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire. "Getting to all the other realms is relatively difficult except for one," Lucian then picked up two of the stones and put them side by side. "Except for the water realm and earth. Llewellyn and I were travelling the seas about two hundred years ago when a storm started to brew."

She didn't even get a chance to reply as Ms Jacobs took the words right out of her mouth. "Class, we have a new student," she addressed. "Introduce yourself, young man." I continued to stare at Ally wondering what had gotten her so wide-eyed. "Hey," someone said. The voice sounded alluring and familiar but I didn't look up, trying to get Ally to relax. "My name's Franklin . Franklin Blackstone." If suddenly Bigfoot walked into the room and started dancing to All About that Bass, I'm pretty sure I would be less shocked. My eyes lost focus as my body temperature dropped and froze my muscles and bones.

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages

“Alvah!” Charlie shouts out as she throws off the sword that she managed to grab from the bushes. They were in the renaissance period, fighting off a swindler who was just escaping from the group of medieval soldiers. Alvah catches the sword and swings it right into the swindlers stomach. Charlie blew off some of the hair that’s gotten out of her bun. She thought of how ironic things have turned out right now. She recalled how she used to be the one being chased. Now, she’s the one chasing them.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

This gave me more comfortable access to her delicious pussy and let me go deeper with my tongue. Following a tip I'd read in an erotic story somewhere, I began with the alphabet technique, simply recreating the alphabet between her lips. According to the story, the unpredictability of the movements created a wild pleasure that built up steadily. It seemed to be working. By the time I was at Q she was moaning loudly, begging me, "Don't stop, Derek, don't stop!" Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I could have dined on this delicious delicacy all day and all night, wallowing in the amazing taste.

“Tell me, Liora. What do you want” I froze. What did I want? To disappear, to rewind the night, to not have Bella’s words echoing in my head like a curse. Virgin. Nobody. Forever. The tequila swirled in my stomach, mixing with the humiliation, the loneliness, the sudden, reckless fire this stranger had ignited just by looking at me I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or my deluded mind playing tricks, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore”