Novel & Cerita Beastly Stories

“Then what are you going to do?” “Find another way.” “How?” I looked at him. “We’ve kept records. Legends. Old rites, forbidden ones. I want every scroll. Every document. Everything that even mentions white wolves, reincarnation, soul tethers, blood oaths—I want it in front of me tonight.” Ethan nodded. “We’ll bring it all to the library.” “I’ll help translate the ancient tongues,” Beta added. “Some of it’s pre-council era.” “Good.” I turned toward the door again. “Someone stays with her. Every second.”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

She tried to hold up, gasping for air, but the beast grasped her waist, pinning her on his waist so she wouldn't slip away. “Ughhh!” The beast moaned, pushing his hip up and down in painful thrusts, as he crammed his inhumane meme Ed into Kaerith’s bleeding vagina. Kaerith breathed, trying to feel her lungs with air until the last drop of his cumshot made its way into her clit. The beast groaned as he pulled his cock away from her hole, leaving a trail of cum on the floor and the smell of sex in the air. I hate you. Kaerith cursed as she laid lifeless on the veinbed, covered in beads of sweat hoping he wouldn’t want another round.

His tongue kept on ravishing my mouth as his hand roamed over my body. Mortel kept on slapping my butt that when I felt his fingers on my pussy, I screamed. Roscoe stopped kissing me to watch me cry out of pleasure. “Mortel, ugh! Your fingers are so big!” “That’s, Helen. Moan for my name. Moan it you bitch!” Two fingers entered my pussy then I felt his tongue on it. My knees wobbled and if only Roscoe was not holding my waist, I should’ve been lying on the floor now because of feeling weak.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

Stepping away, I pull the net curtain up, waiting until Jessa comes to tend to my room. By the time she is done, I've finished translating old Jade Province dialectic from a book from Tai's library. It's old tales of the Beast, stealing children from villages, some never to be seen again. It's hard to tell how much of it is true accounts, and how much of it is fiction.

“Yeah, right.” I let out a sharp, shaky chuckle, the sound echoing weirdly in the small room. “That’s a myth. A bedtime story parents tell their pups to make them behave. ‘Sleep or the Beast Men will come get you.’” Kiran only watched me with that unnervingly calm expression, his golden eyes glinting like he found my denial amusing. “The land of Beast Men doesn’t exist,” I said again, firmer this time, though the words felt hollow the moment they left my lips.

EMBER I had exactly one hour before we were supposed to leave. Naturally, I spent it in the archive. I was looking for wolves. More specifically, impossible wolves that appeared inside women who had supposedly been human their entire lives. Unfortunately, the archive had very little to say about that. I dragged another book from the shelf and dropped it onto the table. "Divine Beasts and Their Mortal Vessels," I read aloud. That sounded promising. I opened it. Twenty pages later, I had learned that moon stags preferred virgins, divine ravens occasionally ate the eyes of liars, and some ancient woman had apparently given birth to a serpent after insulting a river goddess.

His question hung in the air. I chewed on my lower lip, debating how much I should reveal to this virtual stranger. Despite our online banter, sitting here in person with Tomas felt dangerously intimate. An unsettling sense of vulnerability washed over me in crushing waves. I was in over my head, I just knew it. But I forced a sardonic smile onto my face anyway. "I guess it's the same reason people watch scary movies or jump out of planes. It's the thrill, that edge of danger, the morbid fascination with the dark and macabre." A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So, should we craft a story about you? A girl, not an heiress but a regular girl in a café, kidnapped by a guy who lov