Crackhead Chronicles Novels & Stories

Abu had his right arm around my shoulders to support me as I wasn't that strong like I use to, as we made our way home. ****** It's been exactly one week and four days since I completed my injections dosage and I can happily say that the over excessive headaches has finally subdued, thanks to the treatments I received. I can't say anything on my tiredness and laziness, I've been a very lazy person since birth, infact, I don't think there's a cure for that. Now the day we've all be working for is arrived; the advertisement presentations. We in our group finally agreed on what to advertise after so much arguments, fights and unnecessary disagreement.

I grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, moaning his name over and over. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room, mixed with my desperate whimpers. “Cum for me, Ella. Let me taste it.” He sucked my clit hard and I shattered..thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He kept licking through it, drawing it out until I was shaking. When I finally caught my breath, he rose up, lips shiny with my juices. He shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, long, thick, veined, the head already leaking precum.

My vision became red with rage, and I roared, throwing myself through the line of vampires and into the center of the circle, launching at the vampire who had caused so much agony and death to my coven. Vince did not have time to react, as I kicked out at his knee. He fell to the ground and with one quick movement, I grabbed his head… and broke his neck with a satisfying crack.

God, the way he’d growl my name with my dick down his throat… I stroked myself once, twice, slow and firm, foreskin gliding over the swollen cap. Pleasure punched through me so hard my back arched. My free hand fisted the sheets, knuckles white. I was dripping now, obscene wet sounds filling the room as I worked the head, twisting on every upstroke just the way I liked. “Fuck… Marcus…” The name escaped before I could stop it, low and wrecked. And then reality slammed into me like ice water.

She kept blubbering nonsensical things before she prepared to pour yet another bowl of water. Xue Han looked at the other girl who was now raising her head high with eyes that could freeze an ocean. She lazily pulled her long black wet hair at the back of her neck revealing her pale white skin and sharp features which had earned her name: little beauty Cheng. Every young man at that moment was entranced by her beauty and that small gesture except the general who had an indifferent look.

Each twist could drive agony straight through the skull. I sat across from them, calm, folding one leg over the other as if this were a casual meeting. They both glared at me. One, thick-necked, scar over his jaw, snarled first. “Just kill us. We’ll never betray our Alpha.” He jerked against his chains, metal clanging. I chuckled, amused. “You’ll break eventually. They always do. The only question is how many bones it will take.” The second man flinched at that, his eyes darting nervously between me and his comrade. His fear reeked in the air. That was the one who would crack.

People claimed apparitions walked these halls late at night—though it was still afternoon. As the noise faded, Randy began to make out his surroundings again, aided by an eerie blue light seeping through door cracks nearby. He approached cautiously, then spun around, sensing a shadowy figure behind him—but found nothing there. Turning back, he gripped the handle and opened the door. The light vanished instantly. Thinking he'd imagined it, Randy closed the door—only for the light to reappear through the cracks.

"Damn you!" He yanked out his checkbook, tore off a check, and hurled it at my face. "Take your money and get lost!" The paper's edge sliced my cheek, leaving a thin streak of blood. I ignored it, snatching the fluttering check and planting a light kiss on it. Then I looked up with a wide grin. "Thanks, boss." Just then, my phone started vibrating wildly in my pocket. The screen flashed with the caller ID: Samuel York, the doctor who'd used me as a lab rat.

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.

Cracker stared at each other silently. "I-I just woke up out of a coma...he said I can go home? I can just get up and leave? What about--they drilled a hole in my head!" Mr. Cracker shrugged. "Mister, this ain't right. This ain't right at all." Mr. Cracker was nodding his head in agreement.