Dead Man's Tells No Tales Novels & Stories

I'm still, and I can't move my body. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: His blood is on your hands. “Whose blood?” MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: You know who I'm talking about! The old man who died because of your ignorance. “Danny's Grandpa?” I ask. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Yes! you could have saved him, but you did nothing. “It's not my fault, what have I got to do with it?” MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: You killed him!

He saw him fidgeting his fingers. Alaric raised his eyebrow. “You are acting strange. There is a problem, isn’t it?” he asked. “I do not know if I should tell you this, Your Majesty, but….” Danko cut his words because of his hesitation. Alaric’s curiosity was growing. “but what?” he asked, surprisingly calm. At that point, nothing could surprise him anymore. Danko bit his lower lip, then continued to speak, “Lady Jestina is severely ill. I heard she refused to eat and take medicine.”

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

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

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

He shouts while keeping his eyes on the game "you keeping it tight buddy" I am probably blushing but I don't say anything. I go and get our snacks while they keep playing "Does it hurt?" Blake asks "Does what hurt?" I munch on my popcorn "Bottoming" "Oh..it can I guess" "When does it feel good?" "Well a man's g spot is up there." "I ain't reaching down there even if there was a diamond inside" Louis scoffs "ah fuck..." . His character dies Blake spams his controller fighting the bad guys off "I probably... hold on..". More controller spamming

I stood up from the floor and dropped the clipper in my hand, ignoring the clattering sound it made. “I didn’t do it!” The man pleaded when he saw me looking at his other finger. “You know what they say about dead men not being able to tell a tale?” I asked, looking at his bleeding finger and the small pool of blood that it was making on the floor. “That’s to tell you that I can off you at any time and no one would know or hear about the secrets you know anymore.” “What do you want?” He cried, obviously feeling pain from the loss of his finger.

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

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plastered on since sophomore year. i creak open the ancient door and make sure the stalls are empty. as always, the place was a ghost town. just as i grab my weed from my bag, the bell rings. the wing was silent. if i hadn’t heard the bell, you wouldn’t have even known it was a passing period. right as i finish my joint, i hear the door creak open and slam shut. i try to stay silent, hearing only a stream of piss hitting the ground of the stall next to me. whoever it is isnt even trying to aim.