Dystopian Tales Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

If he was going to get out of here, he needed to know every inch of this godforsaken place. He didn’t have beautiful memories outside this place. He was always hungry, yet he also couldn’t stomach what they were doing there. They were killing each other because FATHER ordered it. They were like puppets that shouldn’t have their own awareness. When he was alone or with Raja and everyone else was asleep, Tales would sketch maps, though calling them “maps” was generous. They were chaotic, messy doodles of squares and lines, barely resembling the compound. But they made sense to him. And he was proud of them, as if they were the best drawings and deserved a Nobel Prize. He hid them under the sin

“You want to talk while you tear down everything I love? You stand there acting like you care, but we both know this is just another game. You destroy things, Damien. People, businesses. That text was right—you ruin whatever you touch.” His hand shot out, gripping her arm, pulling her closer under the weak awning that did nothing to shield them. “You don’t know shit about what I’ve built or what I’ve lost. You think your little bookstore is the center of the universe? Grow up. The world doesn’t stop for rose bushes and storytime.”

Listening to their stories she found out they came from similar backgrounds as inevitably the talk turned to family and everything they had lost. It was so painful to hear and plenty of tears were shed by all of them except Darius who sneered, ‘Only got ourselves to blame’ They looked up at him, ‘What do you mean?’ Tony asked and they all waited, ‘We are parasites. The human race, we did not care about all the other species on this planet. We took what we wanted, killed what we wanted, fought each other, raped the fucking planet. We could have chosen peace, worked with these creatures but as usual fucking humans took the violent way. We got what we deserved, annihilation, this planet can reg

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

She said the last part kind of dreamily, thinking of the last time Dmitri drilled her ass, making her cum so hard she almost fainted. Vay shuddered at the thought. She was still a virgin, and growing up on the streets meant your sex education was somewhere between rape and non-existent. Other than crude thoughts shared by the fellow homeless population, she didn't really know anything about anything. She was lucky to be 19 and a virgin. She had hoped she would stay one for a little while longer. The thought of being spanked made her feel like a child though. What kind of punishment was that for a grown slave? Dmitri walked back into the room and sat opposite Rayna, nodding to her and they be

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

But it was hard not to feel that way when people just looked at you and the tag 'STALKER' popped up in their minds first. There was actually no difference between high school and college. Allison had stabbed her heart so bad and left it gaping open. Did she just need a little hope to make it work? No! Hope was dangerous. But she was tired of keeping her head low. She was tired of feeling so low and caring about what everyone else thought of her. Why did fate have to be so cruel? Why did her dream guy turn out to be the one person who almost ruined her college life. Why did things turn out to be the reverse?