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Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

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“Why do you think that is?” “It’s obvious. The locals grew up hearing all the spooky stories about this house, had it drilled into their brains this is one of the most haunted spots in the city.” “Power of suggestion?” Brad spread his hands and shrugged. “I’m just saying it’s at least psychologically possible that being fed a steady diet of those kinds of tales could . . . color one’s perception. Have you jumping at shadows and reading sinister intentions into the most mundane occurrences. I don’t think it’s inconceivable it could even foster a need to create circumstances that would lend credence to the stories.”

"Even if I blurred your face, everyone who knows you will know it's you... You just have too many tattoos. I mean, I guess I could blur your whole body, but if I did that, I'll just look like I'm fucking a '1982 poltergeist.'" "Deadass, I'd watch that, but let's go with something more twenty-first century," she proposed with a laugh. "Like 'Paranormal Activity: The Haunting of the Hot Redhead in Apartment 202'..." The suggestion led to me chuckling then kissing her. "That sucks though, imagine how good we'd look together on screen," she carried on once our lip-lock ended. "I can already see all the creative p**n site titles: 'tattooed babe makes curious roommate come hard' or 'real amateur b

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“I thought they were weak and oblivious to the supernatural world.” “Yeah, that’s mostly the case but there are stories. Stories written by our kind and published here.” Lupa said. “Stories exposing our rituals, our existence and how to do things that humans shouldn’t know about. Most humans take the stories as fiction but there are still some that believe the stories to the extent of actually trying out the rituals. I’m thinking this human stumbled on a book about demons and decided to try it.”