Erot Lit Novels & Stories

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She brought out an ointment and handed it over to Loiret. "Here you go. Use this." "Thank you" Lorietta mumbled to Kayla with a small smile. She could feel her body aching badly from the beating she got last night and she wondered if there would be more today too now that her identity as a wolf had been revealed to everyone. Loriet had barely used the ointment on her hands when the door opened and a lady stepped in with a hateful look on her face. "The bitch is using an ointment" She glared and Loiret felt her heart pound fearfully.

Aeriol just shook his head and hug her back. "Now, now," he said softly "I am sure Lynx have the antidote, right Lynx?" "Nope," Lynx said straightly, as he tries to remove the green specs on his clothes "Really?" Aeriol confirms "Really" he answered, then Lala's voice echoes across the room. "Aeriol" she cries "Ok, ok" he said looking directly to Lynx as if signaling lie-lynx-lie while Lynx gesture response is a big 'X'. Aeriol sighed. "Will find a solution, for now, go take a bath with some herbs. It might go away"

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Finish that sentence Peter "We aren't sure if it will Peter. Just wait," my mother replies. I grunt, throwing my arms in opposite directions. My right arm hits my nightstand, falling the red lamp. I hear my parents gasp. Their words are muffled as I hear them walk into their room. I open the door to my room as they shut theirs. "I heard you father," I say, walking to the door to their room. "Tell me," I yell. I knock hard repeatedly but they don't respond. I hear sounds from the room. "Tell me something please," I whisper, choking on my sobs. I lean my back against the door and slide to the ground. "Why am I different," I mutter. The hallway is dimly lit. I wrap my arms around myself and cry

Jarrod cocked open one of the bottles with his mouth and poured it on Lolita’s wound. Lolita screamed and tried to drag her arm back, but he held it firmly. The flesh actually sizzled under the liquid, burning into her wound and the flesh. Her eyes watered and the tears streamed down easily. Jarrod watched her, pleased that she was finally crying. He saw something in her change; a small motion, a shift in her eyes. It became clearer, more aware. It excited him. “Let’s hope your wounds remain uninfected after this,” he hissed at her. “We have so many games to play, my love. Shall we start?”

His cheeks were rosy and his eyes so bright. “What the fuck man?!” I screamed, looking at Lily who was right there in my living room, in flesh and blood. “She had the doctors tell that to us.” Gray explained, giving some surface level explanation. “Thanatol.” Lily said, smiling so beautifully. “I OD’d on Thanatol. It causes no permanent harm, but mimics death.” Lily managed to explain from the choke hold Emma had her in. “Why would you do that?” Emma said, crying happy tears. “We held a memorial for you already!”

Carter eats and drinks, and Miss Dawson will put in a good word for me about my debt repayments. It’s a win-win. I always thought Miss Dawson was more suitable for Nathan than Ms. Carter anyway. Nathan has clearly grown tired of Ms. Carter too. --- Replitol? As I wondered about the name, Lucas sighed. “Replitol is a central nervous system depressant that isn’t approved in this country. It was used experimentally in Europe, but development was halted because it was found to be highly addictive and psychologically destructive. It’s basically known as a cursed drug.”

SKYLER. “Your next class starts in five minutes, you don’t want to miss it now, do you?” Lira asks, the teasing in her voice making me horny again despite the amount of orgasms I just had. My legs are still weak, and so she took it upon herself to dress me back up and hide the bruises she gave me while we were in the middle of our heated sex. My thighs are slick and trembling as I slip out of the bathroom stall, Lira’s thick demonic cum still leaking down my legs in warm, sticky rivulets.

But she had been pushed too far—there was no turning back. “Those wounds,” she spat, “were all from your so-called ‘trustworthy husband.’ Every time I whispered lies about Ava behind her back, he would beat her senseless without even asking if it was true. And on her birthday—the day her mom died—he locked her in a damp, pitch-black closet with rats and cockroaches for company. Do you know how cruel he was? Every punch, every blow with whatever he grabbed—I almost pitied her while she bled on the floor.”