Descent Book Novels & Stories

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

It was time for me to go. When the System found me and asked me if I had second thoughts, I immediately said no. Whatever that was never mine in the first place wasn't mine, no matter what had happened. Once again, my door was opened from the other side. Remy looked like a culprit who returned to the scene of the crime to enjoy her handiwork. When she looked at the cream on me, she waved in disdain. "Why haven't you cleaned yourself up yet, Fiona? That low-grade cream fits you perfectly! You're just as abhorrent."

He placed her on his bed gently like she was an egg that he didn’t want to break. He trailed his lips down to her boobs sucking on her perfect tits, while he took off his pants leaving only his briefs. He trailed up his neck taking in her sweet vanilla scent. He slowly pulled her panty off and her coochie lips where glistening with moist. A groan escaped his mouth and he took a moment to admire her body and he found her looking at her. Damon pulled her up slowly to him and she sat up straight. He took his briefs off, and stroked his dick while leaning down and giving her a kiss which she gladly returned.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

She nodded once, her fingers locking onto the grip of her tablet. ​They stepped onto the steel platform. As the safety grates slid shut with a heavy, definitive clang, the elevator began its descent into the dark bedrock of the Sahara, leaving the desert sun behind. ​Fifty chapters were in the books. The Architect had reached the absolute foundation of the Vane legacy. Now, it was time to meet the Prototype.

I replied coldly before taking the flight of stairs to my room. "I think we should refrain from talking about the mysterious girl around him for now, his moods always goes sour, maybe he would be better when she eventually wakes up." Thanks to my werewolf hearing I could hear Ava advice the rest as I made my way up the stairs. I surfed the internet for books related to descendants of the goddess and I saw one. It was about one of the descendants of the goddess. I purchased the book and read it, it was about the biography of one of the descendants, I found a place where she had discovered more about herself in a particular book.

Isang boses na parang pinaghalong bulong ko at ng kanyang sariling boses ang umalingawngaw sa aming utak, direkta mula sa loob ng aking sinapupunan. "Father..." the child spoke through the "Sync," the digital-biological hybrid laughing inside my womb with the exact, multi-layered resonance of Julian Moretti. "The Descent is waiting. Open the gate, or I will burn her from the inside out." (Watch out for Chapter 268) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

NOW YOU WILL REPLACE IT. The chasm inhales. --- **The Descent** We fall. Not into darkness-into *memory*. The void peels back, revealing a forest of towering mushrooms, their caps glowing with bioluminescent veins. The air is thick with spores that taste of iron and regret. Eden coughs, his shadowy pool spreading like ink in water. "Where...?" "Not where," I say. "*When*." The mushrooms part. A village emerges, huts built from sinew and bone. Figures move-humanoid, but their skin is bark, their eyes hollow pits filled with fireflies. They hum as they work, butchering a creature that is all teeth and too many eyes.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

The lecture was all about descents this time. “There are four know descents, can someone tell me what these are?” the professor asked. Antonella hastily raised her arm eager to answer the question. I’ve never seen her so pro-active before, I guess she really likes the professor. “Yes Lady Locke?” “The descents are, the god’s or goddess’ descent, fairy descent, the siren descents, and dwarf’s descent.” Nellie answered confidently.