Beastly Stories Novels & Stories

It was nothing like the first night when they made love to each other. On that night when Micah had promised to take care of Jewel and had also promised not to hurt her, they had continued to kiss passionately with Micah's tongue tracing her neck line down to her breast. Jewel had not held back the second time.she had yielded to him. It had been so mysterious how Micah had turned rough. His gentle kisses began to feel as though he had lava in his tongue. Jewel eyes had been closed but when she opened them,she came eye to eye with a beast. It could definitely not be Micah. She was terrified. " please don't hurt me” she pleaded for her life. The beast eyes were red. It had very big horns and s

I started and fiddled with my fingers. "What is it?" "He said the wolf inside him wanted me and that's why he took me." Liam smiled. "I can't decipher my brother for you but if he says the beast wanted you then he might be right. There are stories about wolves taking women and men." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, sometimes we'd get these special calls about missing men and women, and most of the times when we would investigate the person was taken by a supernatural." "But why?" I asked.

“They’re just stories people tell themselves to feel something.” The receptionist had given her the heavy brass key with a nervous laugh. “Just… ring the front desk if anything unusual happens.” Sophia unpacked in the lavish suite, admiring the antique four-poster bed, the velvet drapes, and the claw-foot bathtub that overlooked the stormy sea. She showered, slipped into a silky black slip, and settled into bed with a book on cognitive biases, determined to prove once again that the supernatural was nonsense. The lights dimmed on their own at midnight.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I click the picture and the description pops up. 'The plant, Aconitum napellus, or Wolfsbane, is the commonly known cure or weapon against the fantastical creatures, known as werewolves. Though this isn't just a mythical plant whose only purpose is to fight those creatures of the night, it also contains many other dark and deadly secrets.' She was poisoned?!

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

The boy took a blue bag lying near the window and pulled out a book, which helped Ed understand where the conversation was headed. “Beauty and the Beast.” The boy showed him the page where the Beast saved Belle. “He’s kind. He helped Belle.” “Do you like this story?” Ed raised an eyebrow at the unusual taste. This story is typically a favorite among girls. “Yes, I like it because Mom likes it too.” As he said this, Ed could see how the green eyes sparkled with life. The boy idolized the mother he mentioned earlier. “Does your mom still like stories like this?” Ed asked again, reaching for the book. It was unusual for an adult woman to like fairy tales.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Perhaps the beast was another one of his goons? There were too many unknowns to this story that I didn't like and I would do my best to get to the bottom of it.

"𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯, 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰—𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢." — 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫. Fucking a stranger in the washroom of a hospital while my classmate’s stepfather lay dying in the ER has to be my worst sin. But let me back up a bit, because this story starts with a bang—well, not that kind of bang.