Burp Stories Novels & Stories

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

Elena asked him. “I’m about to kidnap you,” he smirked. False. “And what if i refuse?” “There’s no refusal to a kidnap,” he replied. “You’re in my car already.” “OMG. You-” “Yes. I checked them out and bought a few albums,” he replied, increasing the volume of the song playing. BTS- Airplane Pt2. “They are amazing, i have to admit. El-mariachii.” “Of course, they are,” she replied, smiling. “Where are you seriously taking me to?”

That made me smirk for some reason. “I found something you may be interested in,” Vadas told to the minister. “Is that about border conflict from yesterday?” “Yes. And I have a few details about the undersea matter.” That was interesting. “Good, but it’ll wait until tomorrow.” “As you wish.” With that, we left our host, as a few more guests were waiting at the door to be greeted. I must find about that conflict tomorrow. And what is with undersea? Vadas distracted me with an invitation for the first dance. We socialized for some time with various creatures presented there. I wanted to win a couple of dances with foreign ambassadors, to learn their people's opinions about this war.

"Don't say I didn't offer. What are we going with?" "I say truth," Law states. Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it. "What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands." We all burst out laughing. "What the hell does that even mean?" Laury asks. "Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

"She stepped into the road earlier today and was struck by a vehicle. Billionaire CEO Noah Hernandez has generously offered to cover her medical expenses, as the accident occurred on his property. Her cameraman, Leonardo, claims he didn’t capture the full incident, as he was focused on trying to stop her from crossing the road. Vanessa had been showing signs of depression." I stared at the screen in disbelief. Lies. Every word of it. A few “witnesses” gave their statements, but I knew they hadn’t been at the scene. I turned up the volume as I poured myself a glass of water, listening to the fabricated story unravel. Then my phone rang. My hands trembled as I fished it out of my bag. "You’ve

He tells me he loves fucking me because I brought thrills to his nerves, and he loves the thrill. His wife is boring in bed, he told me. We both have the same experience, though. My husband is boring on bed too. 10:30 in the evening was the time he told me. I arrived thirty minutes early and stayed outside their gates. Then I saw Caleb walking out, I got out of my car and met him halfway with a wild kiss. He chuckled then kissed me back, taking no care if someone sees us here. Well, our videos were uploaded on p**n sites, so they probably knew about us.

he whispered, his tone cryptic. "What did you get?" I asked, though I already knew. He raised an eyebrow. "Don't play dumb. I got her number. Christiana girl" I shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. Alex's skeptical expression told me he didn't buy it. "Earlier, you wanted to tell me something," he reminded me, his voice low. I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Nothing." "It's pointless." Just then, Natalie appeared, her smile radiant. "Hey, guys! Let's get some drinks."

she asked, withdrawing her hands. Bernard removed his hands from the table and dropped them to his laps. “I don’t want to lie to you Luyando. It’s a fact that I want to earn your trust and love again…but, at this point in my life, my loyalty doesn’t just belong to you.” Luyando bolted up from her chair. “Then I guess you leave me no choice.” She told him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bernard asked. “I am going to tell everyone that I bumped into you and you threatened to kill me if I told anyone that you are back in town.”

Nope,“ then focused on her now cold coffee. Caleb and Ireti had broken up around the same time that she and Dafe did. Bemoaning their fate with men, the girls had both broken into Caleb's multimillion mansion with Ireti's key and had drank almost his entire bar. Ireti had even accidentally broken his t.v in the process. In the process of leaving, they'd had left the gates and the doors wide open for anyone to come in. Burglars took the invitation and had carted away his million dollar watch collection. It was the security man who had discovered the act the next morning and had promptly called his boss, who promised hell when he returned.