Far Cry 5 Close Encounters Novels & Stories

The moment my climax started to subside, a sudden, sharp gasp cut through the thick haze of my pleasure. My eyes flew open, and I froze, caught mid-thrust on Robby’s lap. The world, which had been reduced to nothing but the friction of our bodies, suddenly expanded to include the doorway. Robby’s breath hitched beneath me as he stiffened, the wet heat of his cock still lodged deep inside me, pulsing with the remnants of my internal tremors.

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

He had an evil smirk on his face that had Koa wanting to pounce on him and claw his lips off. “Then you will have no objection to me playing some video clips?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. You could see the worry flash in his eyes but if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed it. “Nope.” He said. I smirked and then hit play on the video clip. Gunner and Tora had set up a projector so that everyone could easily see everything. This video clip was of all the women that were caged up and being used as breeders. I looked around the room for everyone’s reactions. It didn’t take very long before all the lunas were fighting back their wolves. Some had lips twitching with low growls co

Finn proposed, but he didn't answer Gale's latter question. Sighing tiredly, Gale put aside his food, having lost his appetite. He looks away from Finn and gazing at the trees outside of the cafeteria. What happened? He huffed silently. Memory loss happened. Everything has been changing in his life since five years ago. Everything's change when he woke up and didn't know anything about himself. "Everything, Finn..." Gale looks back to Finn. "Not because of the engagement, not because of Meryl. Everything's changed since five years ago."

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

I jumped down from the flowerbed and walked away without looking back. Somehow, someone had recorded everything and uploaded it online, including the evidence I had posted in the group chat. The Christmas holidays was prime time for drama, and within an hour, it went viral. The internet exploded with comments. “Oh my god, what kind of family is this? That’s terrifying.” “So it’s true what they say. once there’s a stepmother, there’s a stepfather problem too.” “The scariest part is the sister. She’s hated her for years over this? That’s insane.”

I marched straight to the bar, pulled out the gold card Damian had given me, and slammed it onto the sticky counter. "Drinks for everyone in here," I told the bartender, my voice loud and wild over the roaring music. "Put it all on this. Keep them coming." The announcement sparked a sudden, chaotic cheer through the crowded room. Strangers swarmed the bar, raising glasses to me, shouting words I couldn't hear over the bass. I didn't care. I grabbed a shot glass, swallowed the burning liquid, and followed it with another. And another. The alcohol hit my empty stomach like fire, blurring the sharp edges of my reality until the memory of the makeup stain and the stolen cologne felt miles away.

I begged, pushing back to meet every thrust, the wet sound of our bodies loud in the quiet room, and he gave it to me without hesitation, the force of it making the headboard knock against the wall while he growled, “You take me so fucking well like this, Carissa, look at you, dripping down your thighs for me.” I was already close, the angle perfect and the constant pull on my hair sending sparks down my spine, when the intercom system in the cabin crackled to life for the first time in days. A tinny, cheerful voice announced that the blizzard had finally stopped, the main roads were being cleared, and guests were free to leave whenever they were ready.

"You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you thought was waiting for you, died five years ago." I paused, letting the weight of the words settle. "Funny thing is, he could’ve lived. You remember those dozen missed calls right before I disappeared?" Aiden’s face drained of color. His lips trembled. He stared at me as if he were staring at a ghost. I remained calm. Time had dulled the pain and made my voice still. "I was in a car accident. A bad one. They rushed me into surgery, and I needed a next-of-kin to sign off. I kept calling you over and over. But you never picked up.