Corrupt Sans Novels & Stories

By the end, they pulled out and stood over me as I knelt between them, ruined, leaking cum from both holes, mascara streaked down my face, bunny tail discarded on the floor. “Open your mouth and look up, bunny,” Jax ordered. They stroked themselves over my upturned face. Then, almost simultaneously, they let go. Hot streams of piss hit my face, my tongue, my tits, soaking the sheer lingerie. They marked me thoroughly — golden showers drenching my hair, running down my body, pooling on the office floor. The ultimate degradation. I stayed there on my knees, trembling, covered in their cum and piss, utterly broken. Jax stroked my wet hair almost tenderly.

To be honest I still didn’t get why grown men were so ashamed of having friends, like it wasn’t such an embarrassing for me personally I thought it was really cute even though Lucas would never admit it. The headline “SERPENTS MANSION BOMBED.” My blood ran cold, the entire building was blown to fucking ashes and ruin. If someone had told me that was the serpent's mansion, I would have sworn and refused that it wasn’t. The article said the police were investigating, but the detectives were speculating it was the work of a rival organization.

A blade being unsheathed slowly. “The files are…” Marcus’s voice had gone careful. Measured. The tone of a man delivering bad news to someone who might make him regret it. “They’re corrupted. All of them.” “Corrupted?” Nate leaned forward, the motion predatory. “How?” “I don’t know. Let me check the others—” Marcus’s fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up backup directories, alternate timestamps, anything. I sat perfectly still. I kept my breathing even. I made my face do nothing.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

Zadicus whispered, curling his hands in a fist with a clenched jaw as the moments of his misery flashed before his eyes. “We have gotten too far, no consequences could stop us. We have to complete what we started, Brother. There is no return from this point anymore.” Tristan said sternly, resting his hand on Zadicus’ shoulder, giving it an assuring squeeze. “You are right. There is no use to grasp what is no longer in our grip; it's meaningless at this point.” Zadicus breathed out, understanding his words. “This world is Corrupted after all.” Zadicus spoke, glancing over his shoulder to look at Tristan who stood with a grievous but stern expression.

attempted to sell out information to the adversaries and give critical information to a rival group in the virtual underworld. In my world, being loyal was an unbreakable oath not a suggestion. Additionally once sworn oaths were upheld with unwavering absolute finality. I looked down at the scene. It was a predictable choreography of consequence down to the mans choked gasps the sickening thud of impact and my mens raw guttural grunts as their fists made contact with flesh. I looked on passively my thoughts disengaged evaluating the effectiveness of their strikes. This was a matter of principle rather than personal preference. a corrupt variable that needs to be cleaned. The man writhed on t

Alicia burst into another round of tears and Immediately, Samson hugged her in a flash into his embrace because she was crying seriously this time. "Are you going to be ok?" She asked crying even more. Samson kissed on her hair and made her to look at him. 'I promise, I would be fine!" "Ok... but what is a corruption and what damage does it cause?" Alicia still wanted to know. "Ok... the substance in the syring was a [Pytelaphil] and the corruption is created by a wild beast. It's a fiend. Actually this creature is the corruption itself and they must have torn it's skin and taken the fluid to inject on me. The corruption does so many things, it blocks one's memory. I might forget anyone... i

Santos, maintaining a professional demeanor, replied, “It appears the footage is corrupted, sir. We’re unable to retrieve the video.” A wave of relief washed over Amanda, though she was careful to keep her expression neutral. She let out a small, controlled sigh, hoping it would be interpreted as disappointment rather than the immense relief she felt. Thank God, she thought, her heartbeat beginning to slow. Seraphina looked crushed. “No, this can’t be happening. How could the footage be corrupted right now?” Damien turned to Santos, frustration evident in his voice. “Is there anything you can do to recover it?”

his hatred and ignorance now break something in me that even he can't fix that for me anymore. "You. . .what?" He looks speechless with his furrowed eyebrows. "Are you fucking insane?" He spats, which leaves me shuddering in dread in my place. "You. . .love me?" He utters it like he doesn't know anything about my feelings for him. "That's insane!"

She gagged on nothing. "Now, enter with one finger." The corruptive voice said, dangerously dropping an octave. Seraphina's lips parted, and as if under a potent spell, she slowly—very slowly....inserted a finger inside her honeyed warm pussy.