Frisk Novels & Stories

Something he hadn’t invited in. “It’s a parasite,” he said, the word landing between them with the weight of salt-soaked truth. His voice sounded rougher than usual, like it had been scraped over stone. “It’s not just here. It’s riding the connection. Feeds on the friction, fattens up every time we flinch.” As soon as he named it, the thing pushed back. Not hard. Just… clever. A brush against his mind, feather-light, wearing his own thoughts like a mask.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Anna said as she looked pleadingly at me. “Don’t scream, okay,” I said to her and stood up. “I won’t,” she said and smiled at me. “My wolf’s name is Blaise and he’s dying to meet you. He might rub up against you, don’t be alarmed. He won’t hurt you,” I said. “I trust you, Jericho,” she said and Blaise nudged me in my head. It had been a long time since he’d been this excited and I couldn’t figure out what it was about her that intrigued both of us so much.

“You don’t even look like you’re calculating escape.” “Because you are the sword of Moon’s Wrath pack, a warrior known by the strikes of his daggers and the cuts of his blade. There is no way I can evade you.” Freck smirks. “My name surely does precede me. So what would it be? Shall we fight, or shall I just kill you without a fight?” “Your Alpha didn’t order you to kill me.” Freck laughs out loud. “When my Alpha says ‘hold that one’ and doesn’t return by an hour, it means I should kill that person. You should have been dead two minutes ago.”

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him back down. I didn't want space; I wanted him closer, until there was no telling where I ended and he began. When his mouth crashed against mine, it wasn't gentle. It was a collision of teeth and tongue, a desperate claim that tasted like salt and heat.

This caught his attention. His head turned towards me, offering me a close view at all of his features. His pink lips were curved up into a sneer and his black hair contrasted with his striking eyes. Those deadening eyes roamed over my face, then my body, then back up before a small smirk appeared against his lips. “And you think you do?”

Keith's head spontaneously turned, finding Frisly running small towards him making the girl's long unraveled hair fly spoiled. "Don't run," Keith warned, spontaneously frisly's pace slowly slowing down, obeying Keith's orders. "Have you waited a long time?" asked Frisly as she stood in front of Keith. Keith shook his head with a smile, "Not too long," keith replied as he thrust the helmet at Frisly. Frisly received Keith's helmet and wore it, after his helmet had been attached to his head, Frisly immediately climbed on Keith's bike.

Focus. “Fucking hell.” I can hear him spit the words out. Feel him gather my hair at the back of my head. And he’s stiffening somehow more in my mouth. I quite like this thing. I never thought I’d say it. At least, I never thought I’d live to.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

______________ ______________ ** "Come on sleepy head! Why are you always been difficult in the morning. Get up!" Elsa drags my legs out of the blanket. "Let me sleeepp- I am sooooooo tirrreedddd. Go away!" I say slurring my words purposely. "Don't make me do something terrible to you. Get up!!" She yells at me. "Okay, okay, I am up already." I drag myself lazily out of the tiny bed we both share and head to the bathroom to clean up my face.

He kissed down the length of her creamy throat so that his tongue and teeth could seek out the hollows at the base of her neck. Switching breasts, he treated the other to the same devotion. She writhed against him, as if seeking to get closer. Cooperating, he fisted the hem of her skirt and shoved it up her thighs. With a whimper, she pressed harder onto him.... pressing them sex to sex.