Fap Dungeons Novels & Stories

"What thing?" "The thing where you find everything that's wrong with a room before you find anything that's right with it." "The chairs are in the wrong formation." Mia looked at the chairs. Then back at Ava. "They look like chairs to me." "That's because you're not thinking about sight lines." "I'm really not," Mia agreed cheerfully. Sofia appeared on Ava's other side, having apparently materialized from nowhere the way she occasionally did when she sensed Ava was approximately forty seconds away from rearranging school furniture without permission. "The chairs are fine. The program starts in five minutes. Where is your head?"

I am cursed; I know it from my mother dying, from Mel being killed, and now my father. Why don’t they just kill me too? I looked around for anything sharp I could use to slit my wrist, but I couldn’t find any. There was a giggle from the front of the dungeon; I couldn’t see outside, but I could hear a girl and a boy laughing quietly together. Someone coughed, and a startled sound came from both of them. I could hear muffled sounds as they were having a conversation, then I heard footsteps approaching that sent my heart into overdrive.

Hard. The ground beneath me was muddy sludge, and the damp smell of slime and swamp filled my senses. Thick twisty roots served as metal bars in the dunk little dungeon and the light was minimal. "You get used to the smell after a while." A little voice whispered from the corner. I squinted into the shadows, "who's there?" A small creature with big saucer eyes, leathery knobby skin, and long perked up fluffy white bunny ears sprouting straight out its head stepped into the light.

Right next to it stands a massive vase with feathers in different sizes and colours. A blush creeps up to my cheeks as Luka chuckles, probably at the surprise on my face. "There's a stigma that dungeons and playrooms are cold, dirty and deviant." He states, and I pry my gaze away from the selection of toys to look at him. In the meantime, Lazarus still stands behind me, but now, his hands land on my hips. He grips my flesh and pulls my body against him so roughly that I almost let a moan slip my lips. "We'll show you that those words are nothing but rumours spread by people who have no fucking clue how these things actually work. Trust us, baby, and we'll make you fly." Lazarus growls in my

I said. After getting dragged farther into the forest by the three giant men for hours, we passed through a dark tunnel, and when we came out, we finally arrived at the Lycan's village. "This is where you grew up?"I asked him when we entered a village that looked like we were in medieval times. The buildings had structures in Romanesque and Gothic styles. It was just one building, but it stood tall, and I marveled because the only place I've seen buildings like that was in movies. European dramas. "This is amazing!" I exclaimed. "I wish I had bought my phone here," I laughed.

Nalia lunged and immediately found herself flipped on her back. Tora loomed over her, laughing. “Rule one: never lead with your face.” By the fifth round, Nalia finally dodged a blow and countered with a fiery spin-kick that singed Tora’s hair. “Okay!” Tora barked, fanning her head. “We’re taking a dumpling break.” Later that evening, Nalia stood in the woods, panting. Gunner tossed another log toward her. “Again.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s the tenth log.”

Bernard fell from his chair onto the tiled floor that was when Maureen stopped her rant and rushed to his side. "Bernard!!!" she called fearfully. "Please wake up? Bernard?" She shook him yet no response. Then Maureen screamed and rushed downstairs. She met Sophia on the way who heard the scream and ran up immediately. "What's the matter?" She asked Maureen. "Oh God, oh God!, oh my God!!" She kept on chanting. "WHAT is the matter!!!" Sophia yelled. "Y...your..your father" She swallowed and continued... "Your... " Sophia interrupted her incoherent words by rushing past her to her Fathers room and found him lifeless on the floor.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.