Ambiguous Novels & Stories

He would be mad but I could take it. "Good," Agent Chambers let out an exasperated sigh while scrubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head, "I know it may seem like he's doing his part for the world but you need to keep in mind that two wrongs will never make a right." "Never say the word never, agent," I quipped, "the way I learned it was two negatives make a positive. I guess it's all about perspective, and yours isn't as broad-minded as mine."

Frowning deeply I clenched my jaw tight, was he making fun of me right now, what was so funny about what I had said? “If not kill me then what!?” I said instantly annoyed with him. Looking up at me he sighed as another sheepishly looking smile spread across his face, “You’re virginity is the fascination Laya, I think if I mate you it might remove the fascination,” “Mate me... what does that mean?” Nodding he smirked as he looked at me expectantly. “Laya you're a hybrid, do you not understand how things work?” Swallowing hard I looked down. "Besides being a freak, a virus, something that shouldn’t exist. What else is there to undertand?”

the voice called and she took it as a cue for her to raise her head. When she came face to face with Prince Arthur, she couldn’t find her voice for a damn minute. His blue eyes were mesmerizing that she had gotten lost in them. “Finally.” She mumbled. “Did you say something, my lady?” he asked. Once in the united stated, he learned that most girls mumble things under their breath when they are angry or in need of something but he can’t say for her. “No my prince. I was just caught up in the moment.” It was a sly reply but she did voice it out.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

“Where are you going Iris?” “I am going to go dance,” I spoke flatly. He tilted his head, confused. I tried to sum it up for him. “Are you going to join me or should I find someone else to dance with?” A look appeared on his face. I couldn’t tell you if it was anger, annoyance, or even just complete shock. He closed his mouth, before standing up. He took hold of my hand, before looking down at them.

Uh, that doesn't go in there." Ama corrected as Nilo tries stuffing his mouth with three slices of bread. Just one word for me. Gross. I was sitting in the living room with my face sharing the same oxygen with my book. You could also say I was reading but with my siblings here, I don't think I can call it 'reading' anymore. "Yes it does." Mumbled Nilo while opening his mouth to show the half chewed bread. "Ewwww." Ama cried. "That's gross." She announced.

Not angry scribbles or sarcastic remarks. Just neat, elegant handwriting that somehow managed to dismantle weeks of work with unsettling precision. "Your discussion demonstrates confidence, but confidence is not evidence." "Expand this point. You're capable of better." "Strong beginning. Weak conclusion." I had memorised every comment without meaning to. The one that irritated me most wasn't even criticism but his stupid remark. "You're capable of better." If he truly believed that, then why did it feel as though nothing I submitted was ever good enough? "You've been staring at that timetable for the last five minutes."

Kimberly was still half naked, only just walking out off the shower room with the most displeased look across her face. “Kimberley—” “Don't Kimberly me” she spat. “That was a qualifying match. We're out till next season, and are now stuck playing stupid friendlies with neighbourhood teams.” The entire lockerroom went silent now. Kim had been acting pretty off of recent, and it just had to be my luck that the straw that broke the camel's back… was one that left my fingers. “And what the fuck are you doing spying from down there?” Her eyes snapped in my direction, lighting up my quiet frame behind the door.”

I changed into a sweater top and sweat pants. I ate at the kitchen island, fork moving mechanically, mind still in that room. After, I carried my phone to the living-room couch, curled into the corner, legs tucked under me. I opened the camera roll. Those quick, guilty snaps from the cabinet stared back at me. Hesitantly, I opened the browser. Results loaded instantly of B.utt plugs, d*ldos, vibrators and Anall beads. Lube in different viscosities and flavors. I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result.

to all of us. He taught us how to be strong, how to be brave, and how to be loyal. And even though he is gone, his legacy lives on in all of us."There was a moment of silence, and then Marcus spoke again. "We will honor his memory," he said, his voice firm. "We will continue to uphold the values he taught us, and we will make him proud. That is the best way to honor him."The rest of the pack nodded in agreement, and Oliver wiped away his tears. He felt a sense of pride and gratitude for the pack members he led, and he knew that they would get through this difficult time together.As the meeting ended, the pack members hugged each other and offered their condolences to Oliver. He felt a sense