Deleted Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I rush in. "I know that now." I then proceed to tell him the story about Juno. I repeat the things I told Declan. By the time I got to the end of the story and told him about my inability to shift for years until Alpha Kedar and also a clearer story about my rejection, I was actually struggling to keep my voice from breaking.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the silence deafening. And then the memories of my dead brother flowed in my head. What did we do humans to deserve this?! Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying wouldn’t bring Alex back. It wouldn’t undo the moment those werewolves had torn into him, his screams echoing in my head even now. I clutched my arms around myself, trying to keep the grief from swallowing me whole. I had lost everything. And now, I was trapped in the heart of the enemy’s den, starving, cold, and completely at their mercy.

Once they had their say, I ripped my hand away from Cecelia's grasp hard and said sternly, "Cecelia." Cecilia froze as she didn't expect that reaction. Lillian and Isabel quickly sensed something was wrong and exchanged glances. "Maddie, what's wrong?" Cecelia whimpered, squeezing a few drops of crocodile tears. "We will end up homeless if you insist on moving out," she cried. "I still have a huge number of installments in my Apple Pay Later and Klarna accounts to settle." I took out my phone, opened my WhatsApp, and tapped on the "Free Riders Club" group chat.

, Lila posted a single I*******m story. Black background. White text. > I can’t do this anymore. > They won. > I’m sorry to everyone who believed me. > I just wanted it to stop hurting. > Goodbye. Attached was a photo of pills scattered on a white bedsheet. No caption. No location tag. Just the image and the text. My phone exploded. Group chats. DMs from people I hadn’t spoken to in months. Even my mother, a face time call, three missed already.