Bug Fables Kabbu Novels & Stories

David chuckled and resumed his fiddling. The research tab had various sub-tabs: the scientific research and the magic research tabs had a little text that said "no available knowledge," an incomplete map, and a bestiary with only one creature: lesser abyssal skeleton. The Journal had the quest he had accepted and every feat he has ever done. The "Appretincementship" quest failed for obvious reasons, so it didn't show up on the interface. Instead, there was a new one: [Abyssal novice guidance]:

that the Maintainers called a vulnerability. "Caleb!" I roared within the void. "The system says you’re a scavenger! It says you're a legacy asset! Tell them they’re Out of Date!" Inside the cage, Caleb stopped pounding. He looked at the memories—the gold and silver fire—and his eyes changed. They weren't mirrors anymore. They were human. "I am... White Mane," Caleb whispered, his voice cracking the glass. [CRITICAL_EXCEPTION_DETECTED] [USER_INTERVENTION_OVERRIDING_CORE_LOGIC]

Fab hit decline like her life depended on it and launched the phone across the couch. “WE ARE NEVER PLAYING THIS GAME AGAIN,” she declared. I was still laughing when Jacques turned to me with a smirk. “Truth or dare, Carmen?” I narrowed my eyes. “I feel like I should say truth.” “Too bad,” Fab croaked from the floor. “Dare. I’m getting revenge.” “What kind of revenge?” I asked warily. Fab sat up slowly, a dangerous smile curling on her lips. “I dare you... to text Blake and ask him if he still thinks about the make out session in Korea.”

Gabe plopped onto the cot beside me with a rough grunt, his hip popping as the tension melted from his body. "You've got more going on than any little wolf should. Poisoning, manipulation, malnutrition, a hidden alpha, and now prophetic dreams?" he huffed, shaking his head before resting it in the palms of his hands. "You're a mixed bag of crazy. What'dya see this time? More dead goldfish you shouldn't know the names of? Who stole Marcel's slice of fruit tart from dinner last night?"

Storm perks up, “oh, he’s in for it now.” I listen as Gamma Gabe speaks while my eyes are boring into Chase’s, “clean fight, no shifting,” he then chuckles, “Chase don’t hold back, because she won’t,” that’s when Chase makes a fatal error, he moves his gaze from me and looks at Gabe, just as Gabe yells, “fight.”

“Please.” You just keep repeating that word like it has no meaning.” His voice had gotten deeper, rougher, and I could imagine him narrating an erotic audiobook.“I don’t know!” I answered.Spank.I gasped.“You do.” He rubbed the place in which his hand had landed and continued talking. “Now tell me.”I bit my lip, and I felt another spank, then a rubbing. “OKAY!” I screamed. “The wand. I like the wand.”“Good puppy.” His hand went to my cheek and rubbed it. “You see? It wasn’t that hard.”I nodded.“Now open your mouth.”

"That spot is known as GL SPOT, for gay and lesbians." "Okay, that explains it." "So, are you top or bottom?" Joshua asked. Stanley held his word for a few minutes. He’s the Alpha of his pack and supposed to be mated to the Luna of the pack—not to some human boy he met at the club. "You there?" "Sure!" "You haven’t answered my question." "I'm bottom, but not the power one—still tight and nice to rim." Joshua chuckled hard and playfully touched Stanley’s nipple.

He had his reasons, but it was lowering to admit, even to himself, that his first instinct, when faced with a child, was to bolt. Since Hayzel was still watching him, waiting for an answer, Kaleb took another sip of coffee in the hopes of steadying himself. “No, little girl. It’s just a normal table for normal people.” “It kinda… looks like a tree from a fairy forest.” Moving warily, Hayzel edged a little farther into the workshop and let the door close behind her, shutting out the cold. “It used to be a normal tree,” Kaleb said shortly. “Did you make it?”

She says coyly, but she is 1,500 years older than I. She bends over and I hop on her back easily with her height. As soon as I settled and pulled my dress down from the back, she takes off quickly. The scenery blurred and the wind striking against my face harshly. My hair flys all over my face, covering most of my view as Anna weaves and runs through the busy streets of a Kingdom named Ghabaàr, created by my mate.

The deadbolt clicked like a handcuff. “Sit.” She sat on the edge of the leather chair opposite him, knees pressed together, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned white from the motion. After what felt like an eternity, he finally lifted his gaze. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” “Yes, Professor.” “So say it.” “I’m failing, sir. My scholarship is gone, and now I’m… being expelled unless there’s extra credit.” Gabriel leaned back, fingers steepled. “Hmm… There is one assignment left that could redeem you from your mess. But it comes with private and non-negotiable terms.”