Dolphin Tales Novels & Stories

It really is quite extraordinary. Smiling at her, I begin my own masterpiece. As her shark gets closer to me, a school of dolphins comes swimming up to protect me. They constantly hit the shark in its gills while darting away from his teeth before getting attacked. There are at least eight dolphins that I have created and not a single one of them looks like any of the others. They all have their own unique features so that we can tell them apart.

This question was lingering repeatedly in my head, and nothing was making sense to me. As I was moving forward barefooted on the grass, I heard the water falling, the sharp noise perked my ears up and I directed my feet to follow the noise. I was stunned at the scene, the clear water was falling from the mountain, pouring down on the river that has its own way forward, my eyes were moving with the flow of water, when it caught a wolf sitting afar looking at me. It was attraction, as if I was bound by those blue eyes that were encouraging me to come forward and I quietly walked until we both came face to face to each other. I gasped loudly, covering my mouth.

The scent of my favorite Caswell-Massey toiletry filled the air as I laced their oatmeal shower gel on my skin, creating a calm experience and melting away the stresses of the day. With each drop of water, I felt reborn, ready to have a fun-filled Saturday with my loved ones. As I was done with bath time, I stared at the new fluffy purple towels that Elena introduced. I quickly wrapped myself in their softness and stepped out of the bathroom. I rubbed the famous Dove lotion for men on my skin, and my hands rallied through my closet trying to pick the best outfit for the day, and in no time I was dressed and ready for breakfast. In the process of walking downstairs, I couldn't help but notice

8:00 pm Retro club. "I thought it was a formal dinner date," Vanessa frowned. "Uh-huh it is." "But this is a club," she retorted. Checking herself out in her mini handy mirror, Megan nodded her head. "This club also has pirate rooms, Bryan has already booked one for us. We are gonna drink, dance and have dinner later." Vanessa sighed and nodded her head, "Alright but—” Stopping midway, she frowned when Megan suddenly grabbed her left hand and took off her ring. “What are you doing?”

Sophie climbed onto her chair at the counter and grabbed a still warm cookie. "School was okay, but we learned about animals, and I told everyone that my nanny knows how to make the best cookies ever. Emily read me three stories before nap time even though I only asked for two, and she did not get mad when I spilled juice on the table, so I think she is the nicest one we have had so far, Daddy." Emily wiped her hands on a dish towel and looked over at me with that gentle smile she always seemed to have ready.

Scratch that, almost half of them rush out of the room with stares and whispers when they realized who he was. "Turtles! From Nemo and-and Moana..." Madeline whispered as she leaned against the glass, nose bumping into it. She wanted to dip her hand to the water, but she wasn't tall enough. "No using of plastic straws, only metal straws~" a singsong like chant came from her, like a mantra she memorizes. She proceeded to walk to the other tanks, talking about Gill and Marlin and Dory, characters from shows Dario wasn't familiar with.

But then Jonathan breaks the silence with a funny remark. “I’m going to make you some dinner,” he says. “There’s a recipe I’ve wanted to try for a while but I haven’t had anyone to feed it to.” “Well I am a captive audience,” I laugh. Jonathan laughs too and suddenly stops walking. He points out over the ocean. “Holy shit!” he says. “Dolphins! Over there! I’ve never seen this many. Sometimes one or two, yes, but never an entire pod.”

Elena's POV When I woke up again, my hands were tied behind my back, and I had been thrown onto the floor. Across from me stood Lorenzo and Sofia, their expressions calm. My eyes reddened, and I shot them a confused look. "Lorenzo, why am I here?" "Sofia wants an authentic Monelle painting, and only the collector Vito Abela has it. He said he would trade it for you," Lorenzo explained. The dim light cast a cold sheen over Lorenzo's refined features. He simply looked at me as if I were a commodity to be traded.

They were back at school, and she had her signed approval to go for the club trip. It was going to span over 5 days and that's because they were going to a neighbouring country and it would take almost 2 days just to get there, even by teleportation gates. Everything was going fine, Fiona was always with Kion, the 2nd Prince was always scowling whenever he saw her, Carcel was behaving like a lost puppy and Damien was avoiding her, most likely out of embarrassment at his bold move during the break.

“Ass up, slut.” I rolled over and raised my ass up, trying to spread my cheeks and arch my back down for him. He lubed the dildo and pressed it against my hole. I tried to push out as he jabbed the head repeatedly at my sore ass. The rigid tip eventually pushed past and he kept jabbing in and out. I cried in agony but tried to remain in position. A few more jabs until he decided to push. My hole gave way and the dildo rammed itself halfway in. I yelped as he began thrusting, pushing deeper and deeper. “Shhhh. Quiet. What did I tell you?”