Datura Stories Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Luckily, we got chairs this year, last year was harder, we stood for straight hour listening to this deliberately rubbish talks! "And us, Mayans who loves you all, decided to formulate a game now called Date a Liar, its rules are simple. You fall in love, you lose. Taking account to the basic starter of life which is pregnancy and birth, pregnancy resulted from intimate relationship and actions of couples. This is the best solution yet!" She looks so cheerful as if she enjoys explaining how Date a Liar was considered to be created. This is their definition of birth control, I don't know what's the need of throwing people down because they fall in love.

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight. I slowly lifted my head and released Cindy Hurst, the intern I'd just kissed. Like a startled deer, she stumbled back a step, covering her mouth. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like apples. Without looking at her, I slowly wiped the corners of my lips with my thumb before turning to Whitney. In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?"

It was a collection of stories never told. She called it: “Flames That Almost Were.” She asked each family member to share something they hadn’t said before. Hope shared a letter she wrote but never sent, to a Seed Center student who dropped out and disappeared. Ayden shared a poem he wrote in a refugee camp that he was too afraid to perform. Liana shared a lullaby her grandmother whispered only once, the night before she passed. Even Damon contributed. His story was simple: a fear he once had that he would never be a good father. He wrote it down, folded it carefully, and handed it to Grace with a smile.

Ever since his father and the De Laton Duke had agreed to have Kyra and Damien engaged, he had been having a bad feeling. Meanwhile, "he" had called for Damien to give him further instructions on what to do. The time for the De Leta child to be sacrificed was drawing nearer and there was someone trying to interfere with their plans. Some spies had been following the guild they had been using as a cover and they could not catch any of them. None of their plans had been found out but the flies were being quite persistent and it was becoming annoying. Their plans had to succeed and the brat would be a very small price to pay, although her worth was more than she deserved. There was a rapt at th

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Of course, he only told her the exciting stories. The stories amused Stella; she giggled. The longer Darryl stayed with her, the more he realized her kindness and gentleness. He felt emotional and sympathetic. She was a kind girl, but the Corpse Flower had poisoned her. It was heartbreaking. He also felt pitiful because he had a way to save her. Unfortunately, her father did not believe him. He was speechless. Soon, Stella fell asleep to Darryl’s stories. Darryl gently let out a breath. He stood up and thought that he should leave. Then, he changed his mind. Since he had already agreed to leave the next day, he would keep his promise.

I walked over and sat close to her. “Hey, Dara,” I nudged her shoulder. “You didn't tell me you came from the line of superwomen,” I smiled. “What difference does it make?” she muttered in a low tone. “My father was killed because of that same bottle. My village was burnt down. I lost my family,” she said, holding tightly to the hem of her dress. “Dara,” her mother called slowly. Dara turned to face her mother. “You lost a lot too, Mum. Your mother, my brothers, Father, our uncle... The whole village was burnt down.”

Iris softens and nods. Zaphyra- Good girl! Iris- I have to use everything I have. Daria leaves and goes on her hunt. The need for a man is burning inside her. Darius quenches her thirst, but only some. She heads to the human town. She can find three or four willing victims. “Thank you, you are most satisfying,” Daria tells her lover as he dresses to leave. “You sure you are okay with me finishing inside you,” he asks again, still surprised.

She started doubting the situation with her newfound information. "What do you mean by that?" Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.