Conan Stories Novels & Stories

This time, it was a real smile, giving his pale face a hint of color. Slowly, he lifted his cup and took a sip of tea. Cooperating with a stranger had always been out of the question for the old Shirley. But now, I needed a partner. And not just any partner—a wise one. Things were calm in the circle. The online rumors had spread for a few days and then fizzled out. How could the marriage between the Harmons and the Reeses really be called off? Conrad was living carefree. Jonathan never greeted him kindly, so Conrad decided to get away and went on a business trip with Kelly.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Still, it has a special charm. Ciel emerged from the forest. My jaw dropped, he was breathtaking. I never saw him shining so brightly. He trotted to me asking for some cuddling. I pated his shimmering neck. Murmuring soothing words. Ciel leaned more into me, tickling me with his breath. The stars and constellations on him were glowing so beautiful. “This happens when you let your magic flow to your familiar,” Damon told me guessing my thoughts. “I could never do that for him.”

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.

I could taste myself on his lips and it only made me kiss him even deeper as he lifted me to the counter, spreading my legs open. “Daddy is gonna fuck you now.” He whispered against my lips and I nodded in expectation as he caressed my breasts through my shirt. “But…” “But?” I whimpered in impatience and he pulled back to look at me as his cock teased my entrance. “There's no fucking condom.” He muttered and I froze before shrugging like it was nothing. “Then breed me, daddy. Get me pregnant.”

“Men like him always prefer a clean story to a messy truth.” I exhaled, let myself lean into him for one quiet second. “Piece by piece,” I said. “Aye.” His fingers found mine, lacing tight. “And this was the first.” Conner sat me on a chair just inside the corridor, under the harsh wash of an overhead light. He pressed a cool cloth to my hairline where he’d dabbed a smear of watered wine, enough color to sell the story. I kept my breathing quick and shallow, the way it gets when your ears are ringing. I could still hear the echo of boots and shouts fading toward the stern. Footsteps pounded. Hayden rounded the corner first, split knuckles, shirt torn, a scrape along his jaw. Domonic barreled

My right leg was on his shoulder as he entered me roughly. I pulled his nape to kiss him which he returned. “Fuck, this is good. I missed you.” He whispered breathily. I was holding myself from moaning loud because anytime now, if someone passed by, they would surely hear us. Adrian’s thrust gets faster and faster and deeper than the sound of our flesh meeting halfway were already echoing in the four corners of this office. “I’m cumming shit,” This is the first time we didn’t use a condom. I’m not safe but the thought of him cumming inside of me, spilling his semen inside of me is something that thrilled me.

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”

Warning: This chapter involves Dubcon What the —!” Stunned, Nath stared at his roommate. His roommate had his trousers down and was fucking himself in the ass with a dildo, a gay porno playing on the phone he held in his hand. Lyle froze, unable to move. “Nath,” he blustered. “It's not want you're thinking. It's not what it looks like.” “Really?” Nath gave a devilish smirk and folded his arms across his chest. “What does it look like?”

Why is it so hard to understand? I can't even recall the last time I was genuinely happy. As I forced out those words, swallowing my pride with a heavy heart, I tried to snap out of my mood by calling my buddies who were always up for some whiskey. In less than an hour they arrived at Concave Bar ready to party and drink till dawn. For a few minutes, as we drank and danced, Nathan suggested, "Hey how about we play a game to liven things up? It's Friday night, after all."