Ares Stories Novels & Stories

“There are angels and demons in their world, yes, pretty similar to us in appearance. However, unlike us, they are of one or another kind. They are just winged humans with a limited arsenal of power. We on the other side are stronger than their archangels claim to be. Still, they are looking down on us. And sometimes you should give them a lesson. You see, our abilities are of a larger range. Plus this realm can be equally hell or paradise for humans. We can drag them here by signing contracts or by their will. We can make someone’s dreams come true or enslave them and demand a price like all fairies can do.” “And if they escape from here they talk about angels and heaven or demons and hell,

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

She kissed his cheeks and said to him, "Okay, let's not sleep but we should talk." She made him lay on the bed and sat next to him. Aaron was trying to talk with her about the party. Myra and I were listening to his every word carefully. "Aree, I have a new story, did I tell you or forgot to tell you?" Myra slapped her head dramatically making Aaron giggle. "Tell me the story, I will tell you whether you told me or not," Aaron suggested while yawning. I also sat on the edge of the bed hearing the story recited by Myra. She was telling a story about Luv And Kush from their holy book 'Ramayana'.

My own slippers were nowhere to be found. 'Isn't that just hilarious, Erick?' I mocked myself. I dropped my suitcase and turned to Yoel. "I'm still waiting for an answer. Where's your kid?" Yoel gulped, looking like he wanted to stand but Sheila held him down. He gestured dismissively at me, "Erick, don't sweat it! We were just kidding around, playing Truth or Dare!" The girl with the bubblegum-pink hair next to him chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. "Totally, Erick. Don't get it twisted! We always spice up the game with some racy jokes. It's all in good fun!"

“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.

For Saga, waking up early on Tuesday is not how you start your day. He hated Tuesdays. Usually people have a strange hatred for Mondays but no, not him. Saga believes that everything bad always happen in Tuesday, like how on the third grade he fell in front of Leah, the class sweetheart -that he used to have a crush on and lose his teeth, not one, but two. And how he lost his bicycle because he need to pee so bad so he just drop it on the side of the road and run behind the tree to do the business. Or when he got arrested because a police officer caught him holding a joint while driving. In his defense, it wasn't his and it was a rent car. He lied of course.