Destroy Lonely Dreads Novels & Stories

I want to drink water. Azfarin said in a melancholy voice and raised her face and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Azfarin's face turned yellow, whether he was human or not? Breathing was not taking the name of recovery. The body was completely emaciated. Thorns were biting in the throat. The feeling of intense thirst had increased badly. Due to which it was impossible to take even one step now. "Is it on my soul that they should not reach us and you have to drink water?"

While dregs can't afford to go to school, or get employed, they become beggars by day and by night, or to some like Sheila, who wanders around the city, goes looking for what to take from the elites. Roaming her eyes, Sheila spotted an hawker across the streets seated at the corners selling newspapers on a fixed newstand to passersby. She cracked into a smile, and stood to her feet, throwing her plastic chips into the bin next to her. She adjusted her blue dress and hair. As she took a step, someone jogging bumped into her, causing her to stagger back. "Watch where you're going, stupid dreg!" Some woman spat out in disdain, and threw her an unfriendly look before continuing her jog down th

That she’s standing here, soaking wet, actually considering it. I reach for the first button of my sundress. “That’s my girl,” Blake murmurs. “I’m not your girl.” I undo the second button. The third. “I’m not anyone’s girl.” “Not yet.” He smiles – slow, predatory, hungry. “Give us the night.” The dress falls. I’m standing in nothing but my pink lace panties in front of five strangers and the boyfriend who sold me, and I’ve never felt more terrified or more alive. Declan whistles low. “Fuck me. Connor, you absolute moron. You’ve been sitting on that?”

Now, she was only Freya's mother. Freya got up and threw herself into Mom's arms, clinging to her. "Mom, you've been so busy. I haven't seen you in days. I missed you so much." Mom stroked her head affectionately. "Don't worry. As soon as I wrap up this case, I'll take some time off and bring you to Saxondale." Saxondale! That was the place I had always dreamed of going, where I had wanted to watch the flag-raising ceremony.

Becca listened to her sobs. This wasn't news to Becca. She knew that Steve was focused on his basketball career and anytime now, Steve would dump Kendra. "I'm so sorry." Becca said, comforting her. "I thought that this was it Becky. I thought Steve was my soulmate." Kendra said. Becca mentally sighed and sank in her chair, skimming her study materials while listening to her friend. Kendra droned on about Steve and the break up. Becca nodded along and counted off the stages of grief.

She was through with the room and everything that went with it, and Jake Spoon might as well know it. “Honey, you look like you’ve caught a fever,” Jake said, not realizing it was a fever of impatience to be done with Lonesome Dove and everything in it. “If you’re set on it, I reckon we’ll go, but I don’t fancy living in no cow camp. Call wouldn’t have it anyway. We can ride with them during the day and make our own camp.” Lorena was satisfied. Where they camped made no difference to her. Then Jake started talking about Denver, and how when they got there it would be easy to make their way across to San Francisco. She only half listened. Jake washed off as best he could in the little washba

“Who is Northstar William?” Bryan explained, his usual bravado replaced with something like awe. “He’s like… an urban legend at our old schools. The coolest, most isolated guy you’d ever see. But not cool like ‘popular.’ Cool like… untouchable. He associates with no one.” Northstar’s POV – The Cabin by the Lake The sound was not loud, but it carried through the quiet pine forest—the melancholic strains of Lil Nas X’s “Tales Of Dominica” coming from a small, well-built log cabin.

She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand. Fingers slipped between her thighs, chasing the ghost of their touch. She closed her eyes, pictured Victor’s slow thrusts, Damien’s bruising grip, Reid’s wicked tongue. She came quietly—tears slipping down her temples—whispering their names into the dark. Her phone stayed silent. No messages. No more invitations. Just the echo of three voices whispering “ours” in the dark—and the quiet, permanent ache of knowing she had been theirs for a season, and now she was no one’s at all

Unscripted Ruin Intro; This is a brutal, Filthy BDSM Erotica. Nyx Valente thought she’d seen it all. As one of the industry’s most sought-after sex p**n star, she’d been bound, fucked and used. Every inch of her body claimed for the camera, but nothing could’ve prepared her for Zephyr Dain. He too is a p**n legend. A goddamn force of nature. A man who didn’t just dominate he destroyed. From the moment she stepped on set, the power shifted. It wasn’t an act. It wasn’t just a scene. It was real.

my heart broke on hearing his defeated voice. "I just wanted it to stop. Mom and Dad are dead and Aunt Meghan killed them. We're Werewolves and we're rouges too. How I'm I supposed to handle all of that Abby? How?" We were both a sore sight, sitting on the bathroom floor crying our eyes out with a tub full of bloody water, about three feet away from us.