Ar-stories Novels & Stories

“Only if you want to tell me. I won’t force you.” Aris’s expression remained stoic as he began to speak, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “It was just an unfortunate incident. When I saw those people, I knew I couldn’t win against them. But I had to delay them, so I fought with all my might.”

Astara walked in quickly, jumping on her grand cushion by the window, while Atarah took off her clothes and went to bed naked, hoping to get some sleep after a very strange day. It wasn't a goodnight at all. Atarah had tossed and turned from the nightmare, where apparently everyone walked in and out, like flashes of thunder in the clouds. She saw Dragomir stabbing her; the king dying on his throne, his eyes picked by crows, and Delroy drinking his tea in the Rose garden. Her hair was a tangled mess at this point. She groaned in her sleep, and Astara leaped on the bed, rubbing her nose on Atarah’s face. The girl waved away the wolf’s nose and whispered, “I,m up, my love”. Astara jumped down,

I continued grinding against his finger. Suddenly, the door flew open and his father entered. “Oh,” he said, catching Rob's finger on my bare pussy. “I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to Rob for a minute. I'll come back.” “Actually, Dad,” said Rob, “I would like to talk to you.” Stefan cast a glance at Rob's finger in my pussy. “Are you sure, son?” “Yes, Dad. I know you fucked Yasmine yesterday. She told me. And that she enjoyed it as well.”

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.