Burp Stories Novels & Stories

I slowly made my way to Captain Wells’ command post. My hands were still shaking, the weight of the documents I had found in the bunker pressing down on me like a physical burden. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had uncovered —about Chloe, about Luther, about the lies that had been woven into the very fabric of the world since The Burning. It felt like the ground beneath my feet had shifted, leaving me standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into a truth I wasn't ready to face.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

The person she had nearly killed was a loan shark. After graduating from college, Cathy had borrowed a large sum from him to invest in something, but she lacked both talent and experience. She quickly lost everything and had no means to repay the debt. With the interest compounding, the loan shark frequently harassed her, threatened her, and tried to force her into selling herself. One day, overwhelmed by pressure, she lost control. When he came knocking again, their argument escalated, and she grabbed a knife, lashing out wildly. The man managed to call the police in time. Cathy was arrested.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

The site had once served as a military water reserve, storing liquid silver bombs during the civil war, but it had long been abandoned. The seal had cracked open, revealing a woman's body. Rotting flesh was tangled in foul sludge, and the stench of decay was overwhelming. The police flooded the scene. Behind them came Dad, the werewolves' top officer, and my brother, the medical examiner. They assumed this was just another rogue attack. It never crossed their minds that the body might belong to their own daughter or sister. Floating above my lifeless body, I watched as my brother, Jacob Rosen, crouched down. He deftly shifted my shattered finger bones, pried open my jaw, and examined the str

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

My thumb opens the private browser I've been using way too much lately, it doesn't take long before I find that one video I've been cumming to a lot these days. Stepbrother Can't Resist His Sister's Tight Body. The thumbnail alone makes my cock twitch: a girl with dark hair and full lips on her knees, looking up at some guy with that exact same guilty-hungry expression Gianna wore in the car. I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. But my shorts are already tightening as the girl on screen whispers, “We can't keep doing this… they're right downstairs“ Fuck…I had told Gianna we shouldn't do it…

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

She sought help when she lost the baby, and after much suffering, she was now here, helping and supporting others in the same situation. It made me think about how we don't even realize that behind each face, there's a story we can't even imagine. For a city like Vegas, I expected a larger group, but they told me that many people would come for just one day and then disappear, which was quite sad because they later found out that those people were worse off or dead. The temptation that Vegas offered sometimes was too difficult to resist.