Novel & Cerita Exotic Short Story

Right when the vampire was a few feet away from Uea, a sense of realization flashed through his mind, and he gasped in horror. "Isn't this Cassian? The vampire in my story 'Exclusively His'? The short story collection I finished a few days ago?" Uea's mind overworked, trying to make sense of what was going on. He'd already found everything familiar to begin with, and after confirming his situation, another realization dawned on him, shaking him to the core. Uea glanced at his chained body, and his lips trembled when he realized he wasn't in his own body, but the body of the main character of his short story.

I smile. We order. Pasta primavera for me, rare steak for him, a bottle of some dark Italian red. Conversation starts easily but gets real quick. I tell him about the guy who only buys purple flowers because they “align his aura,” and he throws his head back laughing so hard. He tells me about sneaking into flea markets as a kid, haggling over fake dinosaurs and knockoff watches with old cigar-smelling dudes. He takes my hand, stroking the back of it once, twice, and I feel it pulse between my legs like electricity. Tiramisu comes and he scoops the first bite, holding the spoon to my lips. I take it slowly, my eyes locked on his, tongue curling around it. His pupils go huge. “Fuck,” he mutte

I was out of the building in under four minutes. The underground club was exactly what I needed. It was dark, loud, full of people who didn’t know my last name or my new babysitter. I danced, drank something sweet and strong, and flirted with a guy who had tattoos crawling up his neck. For once, no massive shadow was watching my every move. I was finally having fun and Jax wasn’t here to stop me. That was until the room started tilting. One minute I was laughing, the guy’s hand on my waist. The next, my limbs felt heavy, my thoughts fuzzy and slow.

One wouldn’t know if it was a water droplet from the waterfall’s constant roar or if it came from his eyes. “Listen to your dragon, Creed. I only want you, you are the only one that would make me happy,” I pleaded. I pleaded like a little girl wanting the lollipop from the candy store. How did I result to this? Also begging for a man not like me in the slightest. I promised myself I would never succumb to such a thing, especially with stories and stories I had written, but this was different. Different land, culture, men and women, creatures of unexpected proportions staring at me in the face.

I had said and Xena had smiled. “I have the right person in mind for you. He is also a platinum card holder and the girls love him because of the day he handles them. Wait for a while so that we can get your room ready," Xena says and I am given a glass of Veuve Clicquot, my favourite brand of champagne. I sip on it and I can feel my vagina start to tremble with anticipation. I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on.

The sign above the entrance glows: SIN HAVEN. My stomach flips. Inside, the air is thick with perfume, cologne, and excitement. Music thunders through the floor; lights flash; women scream; bodies move everywhere. I cling to Rosa. “Oh my God.” “Oh my God indeed,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Welcome to paradise.” We dance for a while, letting loose in ways we never have before. I down two shots of something I can’t pronounce but tastes like battery acid. My head swims, but in a good way.

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𓅪 THE TALE OF ECHOR A few thousand years ago there were two worlds connected. This is the world of Earth and the world of Echor. The world of Echor has three types of creatures inhabited by Elves, Dwarves and Muggles. Meanwhile, on Earth there is a creature called man. Fun, abundant and full of laughter envelop the two worlds. But along with the change of time, so does the change of man's behavior. They learned to be greedy, to be selfish and to be oppressive.

Something with his aura made me feel like I should avoid him as soon as possible. I looked at him when our legs touched each other. He smiled, and I managed to smile back. "You know Snow, the Ecstasy Land...." He talked about Ecstasy Land, some of the history of how it started and random stuff about how they built that idea. His story was barely sinking into my mind. I was trying to listen carefully about the island but I couldn't help but be distracted by his reddish lips. I felt so lucky that I felt how he kiss, lick, and bite. I mean his lips look so luscious. Probably lots of girls were wanting to taste him but yea, I was the lucky one.

The room smelled sour, mixed with the odor of instant noodles, alcohol, and stale smoke, with empty bottles scattered across the floor and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Then, the hallucinations began. Sometimes, late at night, she would hear the faint click of a key turning in the door, followed by his voice, clear and familiar, "Nevaeh, I'm back. I brought you something to eat." She would jump up from the couch and rush to the door, stumbling as she ran. However, when she opened it, there was nothing outside besides an empty stairwell and a dim hallway light. Of course. Chester had never been to Brookshire University before. He would not know she lived here.