Eeotic Short Story Novels & Stories

Then acted to proceed to her dress when she saw behind her two figures she knew that she turned about with excited expression. “Esee! Csal!” Daeira ran towards them and first threw herself to Esee first and hugged her tightly. “Where were you?! I just got married today and it’s magical and-,” she stopped from her excited exclamation upon noticing the obvious protrusion of veins on Esee’s neck. Those were reddish and purplish marks traced from her nape and spreading down her body. Daeira distanced herself with an alarmed look and she can almost gag in nervousness upon seeing Esee lost her natural brownish eyes to shades of whites. Her cheeks filled with ugly marks of those veins as if she was

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

I said while smirking. We have studied the different creatures that we can interact since we entered here in Metanoia and this is the first time we will see a real Morosis. What is in the book is correct, they look dirty, dry and disgusting. They also carry a fishy smell that resembles rotting fish. Their eyes are black and they have no nose and hair. Based on our study the Morosis have strength but they do not have brains so they do not know how to think. And ... They came from Alamort in the Echor world. They are made of mud and a mixture of dark power.

> “You won.” --- The hand lowered the quill. Set it on the scroll. And faded. The tower stopped pulsing. The walls fell still. The eye cracked. Slowly. Then shattered into dust. --- Esi collapsed to her knees. Tano caught her again. “You rewrote the rewrite.” “I restored it.” He grinned. “You’re not just memory now.” Esi looked at the broken scroll. “No. I’m the story’s spine.” --- As they stepped out of the tower, the wind shifted again.

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

The sun paints us both in gold, and his skin glows under my fingertips like it’s been dusted with light. He finally opens his eyes, just barely, and looks at me like he’s soaking me in. His gaze is soft, hazy with contentment, and I swear my heart stumbles. He leans forward, brushing a lazy kiss against my shoulder. Everything around us feels alive. The pool shimmers, birds chirp in the distance, and a warm breeze brushes over our intertwined legs. But he is the center of it all. The quiet, steady warmth I keep orbiting back to.