Beatrix Slime Rancher Novels & Stories

a police puke from the horror of the scene. “This is mess up. Whoever killed them is a beast and not a human.” She stated while wiping the remaining puke from her mouth with her hand. “Frightening incidents occur in these woods. Still, I have never seen something this horrifying.” Her co-worker responded to the police statement.

Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already. Mentor Gayle Calloway Jr. had always thought he was doing okay. His ranch was turning out very well over the years, Lucerne-Alpane was paradise to him and his daughter was fine, so what else could he need? The arrival of a new neighbour up the road puts the rancher's whole belief into question when he starts having feelings for her, to his annoyance.

“Uh... Then, the workers of the Astra Pavilion are thankful for all of your valuable items. It surprises us and we promise to be careful with it. I promise that you'll enjoy your stay in the private room. ” Hector and Soheila smiled. “Thank you, too. We would surely enjoy.” Soheila could feel the sincerity of the shop attendant. “Oh, the spirit beasts won't attack anyone since I had tamed them already.” Hector reminded again since he could see the fear in the Shop attendant's eyes every time he looked at the spirit beasts behind them. The spirit beasts are the Blue Venomous Snake, Third-Eyed Grey Bear, and Cursed Gorilla. They are rare and Hector coincidentally encountered them in the forest

, take a shot of whiskey, purposely taking my time getting back to the action. Getting turned on by the sites & sounds of watching my girl suck off my three friends. About an half hour of her sucking our dicks, we moved to the back of the camper where there's a bed. She takes off her skirt, having on just the panties, socks, & tank top. Her tits now pulled out over her top.

Life with Felix was comfortable. Blissful, even. Even with the apocalypse upon us and sea levels rising, the waters never reached our mountain. Long before the rains, Felix and I had already sold off those city properties and turned them into supplies—enough for the two of us to live on for a lifetime. I grew vegetables indoors under grow lights and kept chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, and cattle on the grounds. It might have been a manor, but I had successfully turned it into a working farm.

“To the Kross Mansion.” Lex was surprised to see me in his house. He gave me a big hug. “When are you back? How’s your wife?” “She’s fine, at home.” I took him to his favorite spot, surprised to see two dogs running in his garden, catching the toy he just threw. “Adley’s children’s dogs?” I knew they were not. I’d never seen these dogs before. “Mine.” I stared at him in surprise. “When? How?” “I adopted them from the burning shelter.”

My eyelids drooped during the entire journey home. Later that night, after we finished dinner, the boys left me to work in peace. Alex and Grayson discussed their plans to extend the cabin. Lucas clattered around in his shed. Mason relaxed on the porch, strumming away on his guitar. Hours passed, and the tests came back inconclusive. It wasn’t a pesticide that had contaminated the lagoon. It was a mystery. I didn’t know what had caused it, but it cast some doubt over a careless farmer being the cause. It was looking more likely that hunters were the cause. The rangers were going to have to secure the area until a thorough clean-up operation could begin. When I informed Alex of my findings, h

Lia pulled Bima back again. "We can't fight it! It's too big!" The monster lunged, its mouth wide open, revealing rows of small, sharp teeth. The smell of ammonia wafting from its maw was overwhelming. WHOOSH! Bima and Lia ducked, narrowly avoiding the monster as it streaked over their heads. Its tail slammed into the wall with a thunderous crack, making the tunnel shake. "System, any other ideas?!" Bima screamed internally. [System Suggestion: Use your 'Indomie' as bait! The Slime Lurker is sensitive to strong odors!]

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

VOLUME TWO: BENEDICTION Ribs screaming in agony, blood dripping from her nose and lip, and her right eye swollen almost shut, Amy Tarcher stumbled through the Cattenach Ranch iron gate onto her best friend's property. Her legs cramped, barely holding her up, and the vertigo was screwing with her balance. Loose gravel over the brick-laid driveway grated under her shuffling flip-flops, but they were all she'd been able to manage when she'd fled home.