Edging Novels & Stories

Edward "Are you ready?" I inquired, my gaze locked on her. She nodded, determination shining in her narrowed eyes. With a swift movement, I lunged forward, my sword aimed at her left side. She skillfully blocked my attack, her feet adjusting to maintain her balance. Undeterred, I swung again, this time targeting higher. Just in the nick of time, she raised her sword to deflect my blow. "Impressive," I commended, circling her with purpose. "Don't just react, anticipate. If I strike from your left, where might I strike next?"

I prayed I was right and that his frustration would cloud his judgment enough that I could pull something out of my ass. I dodged Eddie’s attempt to slash me. He was shifting slowly, like he had not done it in a while, and he was cramping up. I swerved left and right, trying my best to avoid those cracked and jagged nails. If I hesitated, I knew he could carve me like a turkey on Christmas, and the only thing left of me would be fleshy ribbons of me.

but edged with something unmistakable. “This isn’t over…”

A low growl started deep in his chest—a sound that vibrated through the metal bench and into my own bones. "Dust," Viggo rumbled. "Sulfur. And... fear. Old fear. Waiting fear." "Range?" "Close. The canyon ahead." I leaned forward to peer through the reinforced slit of the viewport. Outside, the world was a blur of red dust and grey rock. We were entering the Razor’s Edge. A narrow pass flanked by towering cliffs of unstable sandstone. It was the perfect kill zone. "Check weapons," Barzil ordered. The sound of charging gauntlets and safety catches clicking off filled the small space. Click-clack. I reached for the combat knife at my belt. My hand shook slightly.

"Beware Aiden doesn't stay close to you later. He won't take care of you when you're old!" Every sentence stabbed straight into my heart. The old, cowardly me always cried after being humiliated by them. But now, I merely raised my hand and pushed away Aunt Marsha, who had almost pressed herself against me. I spat out one word. "Move." Her face darkened at once, and she was just about to roll up her sleeves and curse at me. Then my father-in-law's wailing voice rang out, shrill and muffled, like an old dog on its last breath.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

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BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

she said voice shaking in the edge . We where sweaty , and the feeling was out of the world , especially the way we complete each other . " Is this some kind of punishment ? She asked and I kissed her cleavage . " Get on your knees " I said and she looked at me. " you're such a brat " she said and I found it funny that we we're having a conversation in the middle of S*x . Immediately she got on all fours it got dirty , ...her body shook and it felt like heaven being there once again .

he said. The yew hedge — I had seen it from the window, the tall dark hedge at the far edge of the formal garden, which I had thought was the garden’s border. He walked toward it. The path curved around the corner of the east beds and then ran along the face of the hedge, and at a point I hadn’t been able to see from the window there was a gap, an opening in the yew that looked too narrow to be intentional and was wider than it appeared. He went through.