Deadpan Book Novels & Stories

No, they moved faster, deeper, hungrier. Lifting my head slightly to look at him, I saw him lick his bottom lip, eyes dark and intense as he spoke. “Moan for me, she-wolf,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, barely above a whisper. “Scream for me, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” His voice dipped even lower like it wasn’t just him speaking anymore. Like his wolf was speaking through him. “I want to hear you moan like a desperate little slut… while you fall apart and cum all over my fingers.”

FUCK ME, STEP DADDY 2 Lila’s knees sank into the thick rug as she knelt before him, completely naked, her skin flushed from the short walk down the hallway. Her heart thundered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Marcus towered above her, bare-chested, the low-slung black lounge pants doing nothing to hide the thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric. His hazel eyes burned into hers, they were dark, possessive, and impatient.

Her black boots create cracking noise as she stepped into burned debris. “What the hell?” She holds her mouth with her right hand and with her eyes wide open she saw something horrible other than the mansion being turned to ashes. A lot of knights were slaughtered mercilessly and there's no trace of life left there but only from the twins. Drops of blood are anywhere, some of them lost a part of their body both external and internal organs and they were scattered around which explains the fetid atmosphere in the place. “There's no trace of mages' bodies being slaughtered around, but what did happen here?” Falla asked her twin brother as she gets into him. Talon already stopped crying and now

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

The Naples heat presses against the back of my neck the moment I step off the train, a wet blanket of August air that has nothing in common with the dry Puglian sun I left behind three hours ago. The station at Napoli Centrale smells of diesel and roasted chestnuts and the particular sharpness of cleaning fluid on terrazzo floors, and I stand on the platform for a full minute with my duffel bag hanging from one shoulder and my phone dead in my pocket because I forgot to charge it on the train, which is the kind of thing I do now, the kind of thing that has become a habit since Serafina disappeared into a job in Puglia that was supposed to be cataloguing old books and has turned into eleven d

My nerves are shooting, and I fleetingly wonder if I could take at least one of them down while they all attack me at once. We reach the room and I walk inside to find a large oak desk with a large black padded chair behind it. There are several bookshelves on the opposite wall with tons of books about bartending and appetizers. The carpet looks clean and new and there is a large fern in the corner next to the desk. The office is comfortable, not at all what I would expect from a group of bikers.

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

He went out of his wife's room, go back to the library, and continued reading a book, afterward, he decided to slumber, wherein his dreams, he saw himself gladly playing with his son and being watched joyfully by his father in the backyard of their old house where they lived together with his mother. The morning came with a promise of new hope to all the inhabitants of the world, rich or poor, weak or strong, but not Daniella who seemed not to even care whether it is morning, noon, or night. For her, it's all the same, and nothing matters. After breakfast, she went out to visit her dad, who doesn't seem surprised to see her. She embraced, kissed him on his forehead, and asked him about his h

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.