Deleted Stories Novels & Stories

Yes we have a make up remover cause we’re model so don't be surprised . "Why are you with that two guys?! What did I heard that the one of them will court you?!" She shouted at me, that's why I don't what her to knew it cause she will become a dragon. "Don't worry I will ghost that one" I lied to her,please be effective! "Just be sure!" She shouted again before going out of the C.R. The student were just looking they can't come close to us but they were few who will greet us and there is also winking at us, while Alaister was still in the bad mood.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

People always held onto memories, whether they were of a person, an event, or even food. While he focused on cooking, I slipped away, lightly closing the door behind me. I had lied to him. Not only was I leaving, but I would never come back into his life again. ... To help me recover in peace, Dane left all his work behind and took me to Verihaven, a peaceful town surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers. By tacit understanding, neither of us mentioned Jethro. One day, I was in my room, writing my will. I rewrote it over and over, but I was never satisfied.

They saw the lies. And for the first time in a thousand years, the Shareholders began to **Unsubscribe**. **[SUBSCRIPTION REVENUE: $0.00]** **[USER BASE: 0]** **[NARRATIVE AUTHORITY: TERMINATED]** --- ### The Final Deletion Julian’s face on the wall turned grey. "No... no... I had a 'Series Order'... I had 'Merchandising'..." With a sound like a dying television, the screens went black. The "Showrunner" was gone. Without an audience to witness him, he didn't exist.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

I held my shabby dress as I felt weak on my knees. “ You scoundrel I do not know what is your name and you are just a piece of trash that I will be discarding, he said as his two eyebrows met." ” Please I'm begging you Alpha Jazzen believe me as I am your real mate and your future Luna, I said looking at them. " “ Guards locked this lunatic in the dungeon, three days from now she will be executed for being a disgrace in the pack!". He said as he commanded his men.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “My vision didn’t come back that day, Sam. It came back earlier.” His eyes widened, confused. “Was it… then?” I unlocked my phone, pulled up an old photo, and showed it to him. A discreet snapshot I’d taken—A pack of Durex. “Sam, I saw this.” He froze. His hands dropped as if he had lost all strength. “Hazel… I’m sorry.” I gave a small smile. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Sam.” He couldn’t speak and followed behind me like a shadow as we finished the paperwork.

And more importantly, it’s clean. I pull the photos. Encrypt them. Then I draft the message I’ve been thinking about for days but never wanted to send. > To: N.Rhodes@TheLoungeLeak.com Subject: You Want A Story? You’ve been sniffing around Ashen. Smart. You’re not wrong. Here’s your starter pack. Woman presumed dead. Files erased. A company that rose from nowhere. A sociopath CEO clawing at a deal he’ll never get. Want more? Say yes.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.