Clássico Novels & Stories

Chloe I knew I would be late for my next class. I had dozed off while waiting for my first class to end, and strangely, I didn't mind. I felt drained and weak, overwhelmed by depression and anxiety as I walked down the empty hallway. Maybe I should call my brother to come pick me up, but he had classes of his own. Sighing, I looked down at my feet while walking, but I stopped abruptly when I noticed a pair of pink heels in front of me. I looked up and took a step back as my eyes met the green gaze of our school's biggest bully, the Queen Bee. Behind her stood two of her friends and her boyfriend, the quarterback of our school's team, who carried himself as if he had been crowned Miss Univers

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“Pharmacy bottles? Did they have anything on them?” “The ones in the wardrobe I couldn’t really see – they had some kind of green writing on them. One definitely said ‘CATOR’ but the other said something like ‘MACULUS’ or something. I went to pick up the bigger pieces of the ones on the floor – there was a huge piece that said ‘OP LADO’ on it and another, smaller bit that said ‘ONI’. What do you think they could mean?” “I’ve no idea. ON-EE? What the hell is that?”

A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive. "What does that one mean?" I asked pointing to the strange words clearly in Italian. "It means to seduce and destroy," He simply stated, grabbing the hand that was tracing his tattoos and placing a kiss on my knuckle, awarding me a genuine smile. He then leaned in, plunging into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing my hardened nipple through my shirt. I tugged at his hair with desire.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

After contemplating her choices, she pulled out a deep wine-red dress and held it up. Yes. This should do the job.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

She moves off of him and then takes the fighter stance, not one I've seen before. Not a sound was made in the arena when that happened it was quiet you can hear the needle drop. She dropped her shoulders and finally relaxed. She looked up at me. I looked at her with a proud look and never gave it to any woman before. She quickly looked away before she was blushing again ,I love that look on her face .

Said the troll elder as he moved forward towards the rolling rocks. While Tia was still looking at the trolls rolling down the hill, roots from and trees uprooted. While she was still looking at that they covered the whole house covering every opening there was. “Bloody Matias!” said Tia irritated, Matias was one of the powerful wizards from the North, he was stubborn and always believed in conspiracy theories. She was not surprised that he was swayed by the seer, the man is good with words.