Curiosity Novels & Stories

Sweat beaded her forehead. "Doesn't that hurt?" Tom asked and released her. Ellie held up her hand and looked at it as if examining an interesting specimen. "Oh, probably. Congenital insensitivity with anhidrosis." Tom frowned. "I don't feel pain. It will be interesting to watch how this heals." She dropped her hand and looked to him. "Ready?" "Lead the way," Tom said. "Oh, I can't. I don't know where we are." Tom sighed. "Do you know where we should be going?"

She was completely annoyed, irritated, ridiculously angry and pure on edge, even her breasts feel tender, which simply means shark week is coming. This explains her moody behaviour; she gasped realising she wasn't at her home, and there's practically no woman here on this place except for the receptionist.

Up ahead is a dark cave and our mates scent is all over it, she has been here for a few days and is inside now, we can feel her heartbeat "Lucas, we need to shift" "Why? I wanna see mate" Lucas whines "Yeah, i know, but we dont want to startle her", "I know, i just dont like her feeling sad" "Yeah i know". Back in human form i stumble into the mouth of the cave although wolves have brilliant eyesight its still dark and so damp it even makes me shiver which makes me concerned that my mate has been staying here, then i hear a low growl and as i look to see the direction its coming from i see a flash of somthing coming towards me.

“Yes it is. How old are you?” “I'm 24, and you?” “Twenty-one.” “What are you studying? “Business Administration. What about you?” “Computing. I always found it to be a very interesting race, since I was little it caught my attention.” "She broke a computer when we were little just because she wanted to see what was inside it," Ezra commented. “But my mom didn't even get mad, she just started laughing. She always supported me in everything I wanted to do,” Margaret said wistfully.

I tell him uneasily, recalling the numbing feeling of falling into his deepest thoughts, exposing his plan in a way none of us ever considered happening. Thought frowns. “How do you know then?” “I read his mind. I’m assuming this has something to do with the curse, but I never want that to happen again, especially without me in control of it,” I tell him adamantly. Holding my stomach, as if the feeling of nausea still exists, I see Thought give me a grim look. It’s happening, quicker than we both thought it would, and now we have no way of making it stop. And we have a powerful immortal sitting upstairs with an unknown motive.

“I want it anyway.” I thought about the mockingbird. About the spring roll he’d tried with solemn scientific focus and then made a face about. About all the things he did not because he needed them but because he was curious about them, because curiosity was maybe the thing in him that wasn’t instinct or hunger or bond — the thing that was just Reed, building himself in real time. “Okay,” I said. “We’ll get coffee.” He nodded, settled. Content in the particular Reed way, which was the absence of the tension that was usually there. His hand found mine on the cushion and covered it, fingers lacing between mine without looking, the way you reach for something you

Curiosity won, and I pushed the door open. Damn. I froze, staring at the sight in front of me. Cane had his thick, veiny cock in hand—hard as steel, and he was thrusting into some kind of toy, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He’s got a pretty round ass that tempted me to grab it. My body tingled instantly, heat pooling low in my belly. I wasn’t scared. Just… excited. I couldn’t look away, not like I wanted to. The buzzing cut off suddenly. He whipped his head around, eyes wide.

Listening harder, I tried to determine if the creature had stopped to eat or if it had sensed danger in the area. A few moments later, there still was not a sound. The creature was alert. I inhaled through my nostrils to get a better picture of what it could be. It was a young doe, about five years old. I could picture her in my mind; she was large, yet lean for her age. My mouth watered as I thought about her standing there so very close. She was alert and cautious, but alone. Determining whether she should run or just stay statuesque until the danger had lifted.

~ perfect way of answering your goddess who's being polite and yeah, I have no clue ~ " Ugh! Curiosity is killing me," she groaned and contemplated whether to sit on the couch or not; she didn't want to risk doing anything that would get on his ugly side this early in the morning. ~ Is this the moment to be curious? This is an opportunity for us to escape, we ought to be planning ~ " Plan? Do you not see what he did to those werewolves last night? Not like any of your plans ever worked anyways so just shut it,"

” "Some may think that I am crazy now, but do you know the feeling of nostalgia for something or someone, and when you see this thing or person, the feeling of nostalgia disappears completely! Watching this wolf in my imagination, I feel that this mother It's so familiar that I don't understand it at all. It's like I've always watched it. It's not my first time. I don't see anything like this. They say I'm crazy or that I lost my mind. But I'm sure this wasn't the first time. I feel this thing flowing inside me. I feel it with all my being. As if my life came back again when I saw him like this I want to ask someone how I feel now Is it normal or is my mind making after the drama inside it B