Crybaby Storybook Novels & Stories

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

Then he slid two fingers deep inside. "Ahhhh-shit! Yes!" I moaned, gripping the edge of the chair. He fingered me so deep, and all the while, his mouth never left my pussy. "Grey, I'm gonna cum again-" "Do it," tongue working fast. "Cum all over my face, baby." And I did.

I'm a capybara. Yet, after taking a single nap, I wake up as the scion of the Kensington family, Drake Kensington. When I crawl back to the sprawling 32,300-square-foot villa, my entire family's scared stiff. Matthew Kensington, the Kensingtons' adopted son, points at me and screams, "There's a ghost!" Without even looking up, I deadpan, "Oh, yeah, I'm whatever you say I am." He passes out on the spot. Drake's biological father, Garrett Kensington, slams his fist down on the table and snarls, "Look at you! Do you look anything like the heir to the wealthiest family? Have you seriously forgotten how to walk?" I give his question some serious thought. Crawling does take less effort tha

“Amelia. Go.” Amelia tells a story about a recital and a costume malfunction and she tells it well, the way you tell something you’ve made peace with by turning it into a performance, and by the end she’s laughing too, and Ryan is watching her laugh and not laughing himself, and I look at my drink. “Layla,” Ryan says, turning to me. “Your turn.” I reach for my glass, then put it down. “I wrote a letter,” I say. “To a boy. Three pages. Everything I felt, all of it, in my best handwriting.” My eyes go to Cain across the table and I hold them there. “He never said a word about it. Just pretended it never existed.”

I looked up. I didn't recognize him. Dark wavy hair, warm brown eyes, a slight smile like he wasn't bothered by anything in the world. He gathered the rest of my books carefully and held them out. "You're too beautiful to be staring at the floor like that," he said simply. I blinked. He extended his free hand. "I'm Tyler Brooks," he said.

the girl growled, as she tugged at the wooden comb, turning away from the hold that had closed itself around her. The child started to struggle. She had closed her eyes when the arm went around her shoulders. She opened them again and her eyes turned from a warm brown to a hard gold in color. A feral expression took over her sweet face. She let out a soft growl and her little baby teeth grew into sharp little fangs.

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

Just looking at the first paragraph was enough to make my eyes bleed. She mumbled and groaned and came back with a much smaller book with a bigger meaning. Archibald Frisby is a book about a kid who likes science, but whose mother wants him to make 'real' friends and do kid shit. This kid. I read her bullshit story, which she fell asleep halfway through, but I got the gist. My scary ass kid is setting down the gauntlet. I brushed her hair back and kissed her brow. Knowing that even though we didn't have the talk, she'd gone to sleep knowing her daddy was here.

There was a book and a pen on the coffee table, though, which was something. Crystal leaned over, picked it up, and was disappointed to discover that it wasn't a diary or journal. The title on the book's jacket read: Howard's Amazing Adventure- and according to the back cover, the book told the story of an alien rabbit that had accidentally broken into the earth. Crystal picked up the book, turned a few pages randomly, and finally put it down indifferently.

“I’m gonna cum again… don’t stop!” “Cum on my cock, baby.” He reached between them, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. Emma shattered, “Fuuuuck! Coltonnnn!” He growled, pulling out suddenly. “Not done yet.” He set her down on shaky legs, stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful, scarred body. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the barn. Colton laid her down on a thick blanket someone had left there, spreading her legs wide.