Braces Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

And another, Kaydrian Blackstone, chimed in, “Yeah. I’ll definitely come to school and pay rapt attention every day if your unclad body were the subject to be discussed. One of the girls stopped pretending to cover her eyes. “Yeah, I second that. Because that’s a delicious subject,” she gulped, her heated gaze on him. “Imagine him working at a dying restaurant, wearing nothing but a red hellakitty apron.” “Damn. Such a rich imagination. His ass will surely bring in the bills. And the ladies,” “Add the men as well. Coz I don’t mind eating trashy food, as long as my eyes are well-fed by Sean.”

“I mean, he’s just Dad to me. Handsome, sure, but I’ve seen him in dad mode too many times, burning pancakes, embarrassing me with corny jokes, the whole thing.” I nodded like I understood, but my mind was still replaying the way Bruce’s shirt stretched across his shoulders when he leaned down to place the tray. The faint scent of his cologne that drifted past when he walked by. The low timbre of his voice. We spent the next hour talking about books, the new romance novel we both pretended not to be obsessed with, and college plans. But every time I heard footsteps in the hallway, my stomach flipped. Later, when Anna went downstairs to grab drinks, I stepped out of her room to find the bathr

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Rows of lockers lined the walls, benches in the middle. Without a word, Brock grabbed the hem of my borrowed t-shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me topless. His eyes darkened as he looked at my breasts. “You’ve been through hell tonight,” he said, voice low and rough. “But I’m gonna make you forget all of that.” “ Brock… I’m still shaking from the fire,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Everything I own is gone. I don’t even have a place to sleep tonight and now I’m here with you…”

Just the video. Not even two minutes later my door flew open so hard it bounced off the wall. Brian stormed in, eyes blazing. “Delete that shit right fucking now, Nancy.” I crossed my legs with a smirk. “Or what?” He grabbed my wrist, squeezing. “You think this is funny? If Dad sees that—” I yanked my arm back and stood up, staring him dead in the eyes even though he towered over me. “Then everyone finds out what a pathetic little slut their golden boy is!"

I would recognize what these were even in my sleep. Whips. Cuffs. Blindfolds. Gags. Collars. Leashes. Dildos. Sex toys. Nipple clamps. Vibrators. Candles sat on a table nearby and my eyes widened in sheer shock as realization dawned on me. Davin was into fucking BDSM. I expected a lot of things to be in this study, maybe even guns and explosives. But hell no, not a red room. Not a room full of my biggest desires. As a masochist, it was hard to find anyone who could ever match my freak. But this? Goodness, this was heaven here on earth. I grabbed the end of one rope and tied it around my wrists, binding them together, and I let out a soft moan.

I stood in the freezing hallway, feeling the cold seep into my bones. ... I spent the whole night sitting in a hotel room, numb. When the sun rose, I saw the deep, bloody crescents my nails had carved into my palms. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the texts between Sheila and I. Three years ago, I drained my savings to send her off to art school in Francoria, covering every last penny of her tuition and living expenses. She clung to me with tears streaming down her face as she said, "Erick, when I'm back, we're tying the knot. You're the only one for me, forever!"

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.