Eureka Stories Novels & Stories

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

They kept grinding through the aftershocks—milking every tremor—until both were shaking, oversensitive, whimpering. They collapsed together—sweaty, panting, cunts still twitching against each other—when the door handle rattled. The lock clicked. The door swung open. Evan—their shared driver, thirty-eight, built like a linebacker from years of hauling executives and hitting the gym—stood frozen in the doorway. Black polo with the company logo, slacks, keys still in hand. He’d come to pick up Sofia for her late flight; Lena sometimes rode along. His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

What love cannot do! Ecca got dressed and walked towards the main hall where everyone greeted and congratulated her. “So, where is that hunk you married?” One of her distant aunts questioned making Ecca uncomfortable. She did not wish for anyone to see Khuraan as a servant. The whole hall became silent at once when Khuraan entered the hall. He walked straight towards aunt Macy to hand over her morning tea.

he said with a shrug, “tell me what you want.” Eirika glanced around, noting how the ten werewolves she saw at the border stood about her like a shield. She swallowed softly and thought of the speech she had practiced in the woods a thousand times, but then she had expected a better reception than this. "I need your help," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. Her uncle raised an eyebrow. "My help? With what, exactly?" Eirika took a deep breath, then launched into her story. As she spoke, her uncle's expression grew more and more unreadable. Eirika couldn't tell if he was considering her request or if he was simply bored.

Her POV After two hours of eating, joking, story-telling, and paing the bill, Sir Dan stood up and bid us goodbye. "Elderly people needs to sleep early because we wake up early," he said and winked at us. "Provi you would know your way through the rural area at South Bay, right? "He asked his friend. "It's, ok.. If I get lost, there's Waze!" Mr. Dalton stood up as well but he waited for me to follow after Sir Dan.

Akira raised his nose to the heavens in search of scents that denotaran traits of life, without any success, and arriving in front of where was his house they found the body of Luana and Zaek, next to the bodies of Cerarbak and Neali, that vision will tear, there was a scene far worse and more horrific, tried to give with the aroma of Irash but not find you knew that you had a chance to even live. Their crying was grim, combined with their wolf howl, for their daughter had died and they thought the worst, if they were able to do that to their daughter, they did not want to imagine what had happened with Mael and Oona who were simple little ones who could not defend themselves.

“Fuck my ass too.” Rickard positioned himself. With Elias’s thick cock still pounding her pussy, Rickard pressed his own against her tight asshole. He pushed, slowly, insistently. The resistance was fierce, but with a sick, wet pop, he breached her. Liza screamed, a raw, ragged sound muffled by Marcus’s cock. The feeling was unbelievable—her cunt stretched by one man’s girth, her ass filled by another’s length, and her mouth serving a third. She was a vessel, completely occupied, every hole claimed.

CASSANDRA When my brother Ector and I were children, we would often get ourselves into a great deal of mischief. At the end of the day, it was mostly just us having fun and messing about, but sometimes, when we were particularly naughty kids, Erika would sit us down and tell us stories. Once I reached adulthood, I realized these stories were meant to get us to settle down and listen to her, but at the time, I took every word as a warning.