Crack Novels & Stories

The gawk gawk gawk gawk sound she made as she sucked him off made him even more horny, and needy for her. "Today, I want you to feel everything"

Every crack in the world. A thousand voices screamed in unison, and the sky split open. This wasn’t the battle. This was the beginning

His jaw was clenched so hard his knuckles turned white against his desk. I turned my attention back to our teacher, whose eyes were practically burning holes through me. She slammed her palms flat onto the desk. "Watch your mouth, Miss Flynn," she warned, her voice laced with venom. "I'm just joking, Ma'am. I'm sure someone as prim, proper, and professional as you would never do something like that," I deadpanned sarcastically. I shifted my gaze down to the guy sitting in front of me, practically vibrating with restrained rage. "Right, Claude Moore?"

The last stretch, smooth and narrow and leaning out over the drop. I could see the crack now. That was the first thing that surprised me. In daylight, the crack was obvious, a dark vertical line in the rock maybe four feet above the water, wide enough to get both hands into. And once I found the crack, the rest of the path started to make sense. It wasn't a path in the way I'd been thinking of one. It was more like a suggestion, a faint disruption in the pattern of the rock, a line of holds that only looked like a route if you knew what you were looking for.

The car tumbled, metal groaning and glass shattering as it rolled. My body slammed against the seats, my head cracking against the window, pain exploding through my skull and down my spine. I cried out, the sound lost in the chaos, my arms and legs banging against everything as the car finally stopped upside down. Everything hurt. My head throbbed, my ribs ached, and my legs felt bruised. I was weak, dizzy, and blood trickled down the side of my face. Through the cracked window I saw the driver kicking at his door, trying to get out.

I called again, pretending I hadn't heard him the first time. “Y-yeah, baby. It's me.” His voice sounded suspiciously strained. I glanced at the wooden bat resting against the wall near the entrance. An idea crossed my mind. A wicked one. I picked it up and positioned myself behind the door. The moment Chris stepped inside, I swung with all my strength. CRACK! “FUCK!” He staggered sideways and slammed against the wall. The bat slipped from my hands as I stared at him in horror—or what I hoped looked like horror.

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

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?

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

Edmond pov Knock! knock! 'come in' I say to whoever is knocking on my office door to come in. 'hey buddy, who the fuck is that bitch?' Brian says annoyingly as he enters my office. Wow! Brian is not one to use these kind of words so I am quite surprised that he used it so fast with no hesitations. ' word' I tell him sternly as I make my way to my office chair. Sometimes I just cannot believe this brat is my best friend.