Novel & Cerita Eleven Stories

Should have smoothed her dress, laughed it off, gone home to her immaculate bedroom and her distant husband, pretending this was just another story she’d never tell. Instead, she asked, “Honest about what?” “What you want.” The room felt smaller suddenly. Thicker. Elise became acutely aware of everything…his hand still on her hip, Doris’s gaze heavy on her skin, the faint hum of the city outside, unaware that her life was quietly cracking open. She thought of Richard. Of his distracted kisses. Of being adored like a possession and ignored like a woman. “I want,” she said slowly, “to feel like I’m not invisible.”

They came to me with open hunger, shameless and bold. Elena guided me to the wide daybed in the middle of the room. The same one that had held every woman before her. She pushed me down gently but firmly. I lay on my back. Naked. Hard. My cock stood straight up, thick and veined, the head already leaking again from the sight of them all surrounding me. They formed a circle around the bed. Five naked bodies. Five different shapes. Five different scents. Five different kinds of heat. Elena spoke first. Her voice was soft but commanding.

Alissa asked in confusion. "Eleven in numbers suggests that heaven is fair and those who are guilty will not escape the law. There is only one truth, and you are the murderer," Stella felt a little embarrassed as she prattled on. "Moreover, it's currently November. Eleven will mark the month in which our team was formed. It indicates that the truth will prevail and everything will return to its original state. It also means that the murderers will pay for their sins," Stella continued. "I feel that Eleven is a fascinating name. It is quite reserved, yet it portrays the power of threat. Besides, there is a significant meaning behind it," Edwin remarked in a flattery manner.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Lilith POV I woke alone again. By the sky color, there should be an hour before sunset. Time to get up then. Yawning loudly, I jumped out of the bed. Butterflies filled my stomach; I was so excited about today. Well, a coronation can happen once in a millennium. Still, our King decided to pass his throne after 300 years of ruling. It wasn’t rare. It is pretty hard to rule a kingdom. Finishing my morning routine, I take on the dress from yesterday and made my way to the kitchen.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

He'd been wrong. ~Three Months Earlier~ The coffee in Marcus Chen's office had gone cold an hour ago, a ring of beige residue coating the inside of the mug. He hadn't noticed. His attention was fixed on the research proposal spread across his desk—the one that had kept him awake until 3 AM for the past week—and the one that was about to be picked apart by the woman sitting across from him.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good. I loved his cock. He loved my cunt. We had five to seven videos together and the viewers loved it, so Jayson paid me for another bonus. I actually love this job. I am being satisfied on sex and they are paying me well as well. It was better than to stay at home and wait for my husband’s little cock. “Are you free tonight? I want another round.” Caleb whispered to me after cumming in my pussy. I wrapped his cock around my fingers, he moaned. The director already said cut but we still want more.