Core Frisk Novels & Stories

Slowly I made myself settled. It's not my first time doing it as I was in cheerleading before. But it was indeed my first time to deal with those crappie bitches. The match was finished and DJ's team won. I took a breath of relief as those bitches will rush to lick up to their boyfriends leaving my delicate frame alone. But as I guessed, the one on my right side moved her shoulder. It was a desperate move and I knew what it would end on. I tripped and closed my eyes.

Jo had to admit to herself that the mischief in his eyes was sexy to her. “Don't you mean your scrawny body?” Jo asked, tired of his smartass quips. “Noooo! My ego has taken such a battering. I think I'll keep my shirt on.” Ash said, combing his hair out of his eyes. Jo smiled as she figured out why Ash was behaving like a jerk. For some reason, he didn't want her to see his bare torso. She wondered why. “Ash, this isn't the time for jokes. If you really want us to find out who framed us and get our former lives back, then you'll allow me to check your wounds.” Jo said sternly.

Then, once Corey was done with business and started washing his hands, he remained impassive as he growled, "You should stay away from Vicky if you know what's good for you, kid." "What's it to you?" Frank replied, unaffected as he washed his hands as well. Corey leveled a solemn look at him, revealing his clear face and slightly pronounced forehead. It was clear he was a vigor-wielding martial artist and no average Joe, and he sneered as he threatened, "You'll die horribly. Trust me." "Really?" Frank was certainly having none of it, even retorting bluntly, "Why don't you tell Titus Lionheart that?" As Corey was left in stunned silence, Frank continued, "If you love something, you should fig

There was still an element of disbelief about all of this, a persistent insecurity that this was all somehow a mistake — or worse, a dream. But his fingers were real enough, tracing the velvety exterior of her most intimate part, parting those lips to drag their way through her wetness.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

Rafael said to him. “I’m the pack hacker,” Regen said and Slade laughed. “For once, Regen, I’m going to say something nice about you. What this guy can do and find out, will scare you,” Slade said. “Thanks, Slade, you just made my heart go all fuzzy,” Regen said. “Probably from the fungus in your brain,” Slade said. “Sure it is, ass breath,” Regen said. “Calm down, kids,” I said to them.

A calculating sneer played on his lips. "The guy scored, Vance," Marcus drawled, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet room. "He weaved through four of our guys and buried it. As much as I hate to admit it, it seems to me like his 'rogue' instinct is exactly what we need to beat the Vipers at Regionals." My eyes snapped to Marcus, narrowing. "He scored in a practice drill by breaking the cycle, Thorne. In a real game, against a structured defense, that kind of reckless play causes turnovers. It costs us games."

This must be his wolf, but I swear this is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. “F….fffuck you! I sub…submit to no…no one.” Frankie is red faced and spit is flying out of his mouth. He looks like he is in so much pain. Cory doesn’t flinch, but he seems to tighten his hold on Frankie making him whimper. I hear a crack and Frankie screams out, Cory pushing him to the ground. Frankie starts to roll around, holding his arm. It’s clearly broken and Frankie is feeling the pain.

I ordered. "I don't think so," Corey said. He had a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Little Corey enjoys being roughed up, eh? I shoved the tip of my dick on Corey's lips. "Suck my cock before I get angry for real," I ordered again. Corey looked at it for a moment. His eyes were hungry, as if he wanted to devour my penis. He grabbed it all of a sudden then put it in his mouth.

“Sign this agreement. It extends your probation by three months and cuts your pay by forty percent.” Adeline Lancaster, the HR manager, casually filed her nails. She didn’t bother looking up as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t think this company can’t run without you just because you wrote the core architecture. “Tristan Rothwell has taken over all your code. You can pack your things and get out whenever you want.” I stared at her arrogant face and let out a cold chuckle. I had been with the company for three months and written every single line of the core codebase. Yet she had stalled my permanent position approval for over twenty days. She wanted to steal my hard work, cut my hard-earned