Cat's Cradle Kindle Novels & Stories

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

A cat meowed above them, then jumped through the vaulted skylight into the top of a tree and began climbing down with a bag in its mouth. “Hurry, Tauran. Bring the lightest bale first.” He nodded and hurried to get his food, but oddly, one of the bales was too light and it smelled nothing like hay. It smelled like it was sprayed with oat and barley oil. He carried it to the center, but when he dropped it on the floor it said, “Oofta. Be careful.” “Go get the others like you normally do.” Kiretana bent to cradle the end of the bale as a fluffy calico cat jumped from a tree. He noticed one of his sketchbooks was on the floor beside his sister.

C H A P T E R 3 : T H E E S C A P E "What?! Princess?! You call that ugly meng 'Princessa'?!" Crystal snapped in annoyance, placing her hands on her waist, and glared at the man. Wow, this cat's eyes were blue, Crystal muttered to herself. Crystal was used to being a trendsetter, even for upper class people. It showed that she was higher than the rest of them. However, finding a cat plagiarizing her name was more attention-grabbing, Crystal could not accept it!

I heard him groan through the phone. "That wet already?" "Yes, Father." "Say it properly." "Yes... Father Elias." "Good girl. Now rub your clit, slowly. Pretend it's my tongue. You want that again, don't you?" I moaned, my hips moving against my fingers, my forehead hitting the mirror. "Yes... I need it—need you." "You'll get it. But not before you come, right now, with your fingers. I want to hear it." My breaths turned into gasps. My fingers moved faster. The ache building from the moment I walked into the restroom now burned hot and ready.

With every powerful thrust, my pussy pulsed intensely. My stomach tightened as my climax built rapidly, and he offered no mercy. Shit! “Uhmm.” I moaned, burying my face deeper into the mattress to muffle the sound. My pussy burned with need. He was a wild beast, like a famished animal. “Arghhh yesss, the new edition’s pussy keeps getting better... aghh fuvkk!” He groaned. "I told you it was going to be better.” A low voice echoed, and from the sound it's definitely coming from a phone.

“Finally. Maybe now Mum can see she’s really not worth wasting breath on.” Kara’s sharp heels retreated down the stairs, leaving me alone with my sister. I could still feel her gaze from the reflection in the glass, the smug tilt of her chin, the satisfaction in knowing she had won this battle. I let the iron slip from my fingers, clattering against the board. It echoed through the quiet room, a small, hollow sound that made my chest ache even more. I swallowed back tears, wishing desperately that I could be invisible… but not like this. Not where they could still see me fail.

Emiliana My knees shook violently, and my eyes stung, burning with unshed tears. Anger replaced all sense of reason as soon as Vinnie uttered that man’s name and I reached for the closest thing to me. Throwing the mug with so much force that the porcelain and its contents exploded against the wall. Vinnie sat motionless, speechless, watching my heaving body as I threw item after item into the air. My lungs tightened, unable to catch an even breath as my rage fired up.

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

No words were coming out of their mouths. "Speak!" Nicholas yelled clutching Carter's hair and making him look into his eyes. "I'll make sure that I'll make you breed the sluts like you from that vagina of yours" Carter said what he said that made her cry and now, this is the end. Everyone looked at him with the deadliest glare. And here comes shit! BOOM!