Deku Cringe Novels & Stories

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

“Would you like to have anything? Water, tea, coffee…” "No, please, I am not here for that. Have your seat back; we still have a whole lot to discuss and are just getting started.” I politely refused. I know she doesn’t have a lot, so I needed to save myself the trouble of listening to her go on about how she lacks one or two things to offer. Brianna sat down as she continued, “If we were to look at it, I think we should call it a kink, because there is no other explanation than this."

"It means that this loser is a goddamn snail… the lowest C/B ratio ever recorded in the history of glitch is 0.4 but this guy is even 4 times more pathetic than the lowest number ever recorded until he stepped inside Glitch. Can you believe this?" This time, they all turned their heads at Creed, who stood silently scratching his own forehead. Olivia's entire group had an apparent sense of contempt dripping down from their eyes. Mira and the members of Phoenix God's clan didn't show any reactions to this except for silently listening since they were already aware of this. The most surprising of all was Kiara Decker. Her eyebrows jumped up and eyeballs shook in their sockets. She turned her he

"Yeah. Right. Remind me you’re rich." "That wasn’t my intention. I’m–" Knowing the word that’ll follow those, I’m quick to cut him off. "Don’t you dare. It was a joke." "Right." He smiles, and I shake my head as I stare at him. Day by day, Dex keeps reminding me he’s one of those unique guys you’d only find possibly once in a lifetime. He’s cute, probably the cutest guy I’ve ever met, and he’s got such an endearing personality. He’s shy and can be quite naïve. He’s just too… likable. And he’s fast wriggling his way into my heart.

“Hey, I need to see you.” Frowning, she typed out a response. “Huh, who is this?” she asked. The response came almost immediately. “Always so polite. Anyway, this is someone that you met today. I’m in your class, and you can guess.” What the heck? Chloe thought of who the creepy person could be and why he was talking to her like that. She assumed he was a “he” because what female would go to the length of texting another female at dinner time like this?

“You are an Alpha's daughter” I pursed my lips, nodding slightly. My breath hitched, my eyes glistening with tears but I forced myself to stay calm, my grip tightening around the wine glass which trembled slightly in my fingers. But I didn't take a sip, my stomach could hardly hold water, let alone, alcohol. This was all thanks to the moon sickness that was already at its peak. I looked across the room and there, I saw him. Erythos. Standing tall, his head held up high with pride.

My thong saturated, pussy lips swelling, clit begging friction against the damp string. "These skirts, Delilah," he murmured, holding up a similar micro one from my case, eyes flicking to my current skirt, then my cleavage. "Barely decent. Uni boys must go mad." Possessive growl hidden in humour. I giggled, twirling so the skirt flared, flashing thong-clad mound. "They try, Daddy, but you're the only one who matters." Liar—lecturer from last term still texted nudes—but the words made his jeans twitch, a thick ridge forming along his zipper. Fuck, he was hung: outline girthy, head flaring like a mushroom cap. Imagined it stretching my jaw, balls heavy on my chin.

I said and drove down to school. ****** Today lecture was very hectic and the menstrual cramp wasn't helping at all rather just worsting it and making it unbearable to hold on to. I was holding my stomach tightly when Mr Ayo announced his test has been cancel, till tomorrow by 6am" students started murmuring to each other that is too early, while I was just happy at least it not today but tomorrow because am not ready for it. Finally today lecture is over. Deejah what wrong with you? You have been holding your stomach, and was not concentrating on today's lecture"Halima one of her colleagues asked concern

"I thought you hate men?" George rolls his eyes. "Men of fashion are not men. They're arts." Krystal laughs heartily. She then pats George's shoulder. "Be careful with pedestal thing, George. Just like the song said, don't fall in love with a dreamer." She waves to George as she saunters towards the photo studio. Daunt Magazine's studio is not the best photo studio Krystal ever went to. But the utility is enough to survive the current photoshoot. Her clothing line –Hugace, read as Yugachee, not hageys, thank you very much– is littered around the studio. Hanging on the racks and dozen of staff hanging the clothes in their forearms waiting to get called, the whole studio is the kind of mess Kr