Dystopian Tales Novels & Stories

Then I realized that he was tied to a strange sense of terror. All the ancient inhabitants, before in their numerous times, in which they reported not being able to be saved. - I will die, there were many reports of victims of what would be a galactic holocaust coming from other dimensions. The whispers they said. "I am going to die because of this deplorable madness. A disease that spread madness, in which thus; in this way, and in no other way, in which I shall perish. - Now, gentlemen, I fear what will happen in the future, not the events themselves, everyone will die, we will not be able to save everyone, but their consequences.

"You are gonna lead me to that bastard. If you don't I will cut off your fingers one by one till you do" "I ain't telling you shit" "Your choice then. Dala take her to the torture room" "Yes Boss" DARRELL "Ahh" she screamed with tears rolling down from her eyes as Dala cut one of her fingers. I'm glad Daisy and Daniela ain't here. I don't think they can stand the sight. "Are you ready to talk?" "Fuck you!" "Dala cut the second finger" "Fuck! fine. I'll talk" "Good girl and don't lie to me. That's if you want to stay alive"

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior. ********** Summary: Tessa was a devoted wife, a loving mother, and a woman quietly starving for more. One accidental discovery unlocked a hunger she never knew she had. Now, she isn’t looking for romance. She isn’t chasing love. She’s kneeling behind locked doors, ready to swallow every secret that slides through the wall. She used to be faithful. Now, she’s insatiable. ••••••• I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who’d crave something this filthy. But here I am, kneeling on the floor of a truck stop bathroom, soaked with need, hungry to wrap my mouth around the next str

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Countryside, Lady Morgan's Manor-- 'The troubles of one's mind and the thoughts within the soul bring forth a long-forgotten pain only to be remembered by those who sow the reward. If only time could tell the fate of one's life, how much time would be saved? Destiny, however, laughs in the face of time, mocking its existence for being nothing but a measure that means nothing compared to its counterpart. However long, wherever it may be, the once-forgotten pain along with destiny will turn back to mock your existence before moving to its next victim.'

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down.

He warned her and threw her away. Caroline didn’t sleep the next night because it was a huge insult for her. And now she planned for a REVENGE. She wanted to destroy my dad and his children but in a way that no one would ever know.The next morning, she woke up early and prepared breakfast for everyone which made my father really happy. “How’s the breakfast Anna and Zac?” “It's really delicious.” Zac smiled