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And I felt that they wanted to leave already and ran as fast as they could. Embarrassment was written on their faces. But I eased those by shaking my head. I told them I wanted it as much as they did. Marhenry hesitated still, so I continued. I added that I made a hole in my underwear for them, that I expected they would pay me a visit in my bedroom which they did. Marhenry finally took what I said and brought back his face to my wetness. I swear he just ate me so fucking good that I exploded in my mouth.

AZALEA POV Our new friend whose name is Grey takes my nipple in his hands and squeezes hard, the pleasure bringing me closer and closer to my release. “Common Grey, don’t be gently fuck her hard. The little princess doesn’t like soft things.” Tristan says from beneath me and like a beast has been unleashed,Grey fucks me and fucks me till my whole body starts to shake violently.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

Final Thoughts: As you embark on this reading journey, I invite you to immerse yourself in the world I have created. Let your imagination run wild, and allow yourself to experience the adventures that await. I hope this story brings you joy, excitement, and perhaps even a new perspective. Thank you for choosing to read my work, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! All my love, Samiat Owoyemi Author/Creator of the Town

The portal pops closed as soon as we pass through it, and the view that meets my eyes is worse than I ever could have imagined. The ground is black and covered with ash as if it has been scorched for centuries. The sky is grey and empty. Not even a hint of a cloud. But the thing that makes me want to vomit is all the werewolves walking around in chains looking like fur-covered skeletons. They look dead even though they are moving around doing various chores. I go to gasp, but my throat doesn't make a sound.

Alexander's fingers caressed the inside of Eve's thighs, and Caspian unzipped his jeans. Alexander growled, his tongue running over the top of her lower lips, Eve moaned and shook her head. Aron bit the skin of her shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. He licked the droplets before grinning. "Yes, your sweet blood and sweet cream are what we crave. Alexander's tongue darted over her clit, Eve's back arching as lightning shot through her. Her skin flushed with heat, and her breath hitched. His words moved over her skin as he said, "We will corrupt you, make you crave every twisted thing we do to you."

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

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My breasts were exposed and wet from his mouth. Alex pulled back slowly, lips shiny. The footsteps got closer. The doorknob started to turn. My heart stopped. Alex still had his mouth on my breast, tongue swirling around my hard nipple. My blouse was wide open, bra pushed up, my full breasts exposed and glistening from his mouth. His hand was under my skirt, fingers brushing my soaked panties. We both froze. The door opened. Mrs. Thompson stepped in, looking tired but calm. I felt like the world was ending.

Chapter 5: Library & The Principal The risk had become their addiction. After weeks of stolen moments, hotel rooms, his office, his house, Ava and Professor Marcus Reed grew bolder. The danger of getting caught only made everything hotter. One Thursday night, Marcus sent her a single text: Marcus: “Come to the university library at ten o’clock tonight. Meet me on the third floor stacks. Wear a skirt with no panties underneath, and don’t be late.”