Fat Furs Novels & Stories

My heart began to beat even faster. The man sitting in the back of the bus was gorgeous. He was large, I knew I'd only reach his shoulders--if that--if I stood beside him. His skin was bronze and his dark hair was thick and long, reaching past his shoulder. It had that messy-styled look that I only thought you saw in movies. His eyes were... On me?

Soundtrack: (Memories by Maroon5)🎵🎶 Three months later... The butler who stood at the entrance to the Bestman inc. Handed him his fur coat efficiently as he sighted his boss's son stepping out of the elevator with some of the company workers, they were all engulfed in their deep conversations that they didn't notice anyone else around.

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with shot purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." Suzy queries. "Yeah, I guess...." I got Interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.

(Whore) "Xan, stop." Ezra shook his head and came forward. Grabbing his wrist, he turned his neck towards the girl who silently whimpered from the impact. "Just leave it to the other wolves." He uttered. The first time he saw the girl in throne room, he somewhat had felt slightly sympathetic towards her. Her torn shirt, malnourished body, bruises and scars that lingered over legs in an immense amount. And most importantly, her dull, dead grey orbs. Her right eye had a hint of hazel whilst the other left eye was fully covered in hazel, only leaving the corners grey.

The darkness within the cavern enveloped us, its oppressive weight matching the uncertainty that loomed in our hearts. We treaded cautiously, our paws making soft but deliberate steps along the rocky terrain. The faint glow of luminescent moss provided the only source of light, casting an eerie glow on our fur. As we delved deeper into the cavern, a figure emerged from the shadows, a werewolf with sleek black fur and piercing amber eyes. His presence seemed unexpected yet oddly comforting in this foreboding place.

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

I say, denial clear in my voice. “Do I?” He turns back to the tree line and gestures his head for someone to come forward. In a pair of skimpy, black, athletic shorts, and a hot pink sports bra, her cleavage is on full display. All the rogues begin to drool over her. Her brown hair hangs loosely, as she uses it to frame her giant tits. “Hello, Darius. Daya.” She says with a know-it-all attitude and in a flash, Daya has shifted back to her wolf and is lunging for Mara.

walls and furs, casting restless shadows that seemed to pulse with the heavy atmosphere. My body ached deeply. Thighs burned tight with fatigue. Muscles trembled from endless hours of claiming. Pulse raced erratically. Warm slick coated my skin, warm and sticky, clinging to the furs beneath my knees in a constant reminder that I was fully owned. I knelt there, chest rising and falling unevenly, every nerve sharp and aware under the watchful eyes of the three alphas.

Bold letters marked the sails. F. The Frost Pack. Men stood along the decks, dressed in leather and fur, braided hair whipping in the wind. They looked timeless. Dangerous. Like legends made flesh. Tara's breath caught. Something in her chest tightened painfully, burning as if her soul itself were screaming without sound. "The Frost Pack," Curtis said quietly. "We thought their arrival was just a rumor," Zane muttered. "It wasn't," Curtis replied, his voice grim. Tara glanced between them, unease flooding her veins.

The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back into the black leather chair. Fingers gloved in white tapped rhythmically against the armrest while the young girl standing before him nervously fidgeted with the hem of her newly purchased blue dress—bought specifically for this visit to the duke’s estate. Damian, however, sitting there and waiting for something remotely interesting to happen, was bored to death.