Futa Novels & Stories

“Miss M.U., can I hitch a ride?” Before Katleya could respond, Blue had already climbed inside. He didn’t expect to see her parents there as well. He froze, suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed about his actions. “H-Hi,” he greeted. “Good morning,” Katleya’s father, Fernando, said from the passenger seat. “This is Blue, Dad, Mom. He’s my schoolmate,” Katleya introduced him. “Hi again. I just needed a ride,” Blue explained. The van started moving.

I said, keeping my voice low, "they can still call you. I think they can still question you." "But I can't say nothing. If I do, Mr. Fitzgerald will be angry." "The law is more powerful than Mr. Fitzgerald." Even as I said the words, I heard my uncertainty. Legally what I said was true. No private agreement could supersede the law. The law always won. Just like the song said. And then I recalled another old song, one Jane used to listen to. The singer had red hair, Vicky someone. She sang about a 'backwoods judge in Georgia who had bloodstains on his hands.' I even believed that Reba McEntire did a cover of the song. Suddenly it had new meaning.

Tatum pulls the beautiful female to him. “This is Carmon, my Luna” He says as he places a kiss on her cheek, she playfully swats him away. “Carmon, this is Alpha Clayton and Alpha Enyo” He introduces us to his mate. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me as a huge smile spreads over her face.

Devika pouted her eyes widening like a cute puppy. Eira could resist anything in the world except chocolate chip cookies and Devika's puppy eyes. And so, sighing she gave in. "Fine, I will come. But you better have a good reason" she mumbled. Well as long as it isn’t an illegal place it will be fine Eira thought. ____________________________________________________________________ Ah shit! This is an illegal place came to Eira’s mind. Eira shouldn't have agreed to come. Eira was never ever going to listen to Devika again.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

Cassi added motioning to Jason and I and I smiled doing as told. "What did he want?" I asked pulling out of the parking spot referring to the coach. "They need new equipment," Cassi replied "They treat us like we're cash cows," Jason mumbled "But you are cash cows," Trinity reasoned making us laugh. "Well take care of it when we get to the mall today," I told him driving out of the parking lot. . . . . . . . .

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He said as he got up to get a pen and paper. When he returned to the couch, he placed the paper on his lap and then wrote out the word fear in capital letters going vertical down the left edge of the paper. “Each letter stands for another word. F stands for Forget. E stands for Everything. A stands for And. R stands for Run.” “So you’re saying I should just run from my father for the rest of my life?” I looked at him in disbelief.

I woke up out of a nap hearing commotion outside of my room. I tugged at my handcuffs to help me sit up a bit more. I yawned as quietly as I could. Then I slowly started focusing on the commotion outside the room. I heard a woman's voice. It was commanding and harsh. She was talking to a group of men. She was talking about a test subject. Test subject 504F that happened to be my code or whatever you wanted to call it. I heard her discussing with the men that a decision has been made to terminate that test subject. The test subject's powers are beyond what they expected and her powers were surpassing the tools they had to control it. So the test subject had to be terminated before it was out

“Open it, Ella. At least look at the numbers before you refuse.” I opened it, mostly to move the conversation along faster, and found a sum written across the top page large enough to make my breath catch despite every effort to remain unmoved by whatever he was offering. “That’s yours,” he said, watching my reaction carefully, “in exchange for disappearing. Fully. No further contact with the Silvermoon pack, no attempt to reach Jason, no lingering presence in this territory at all. You take the children somewhere far from here, somewhere in the human world where none of this history can follow you, and you build whatever quiet life you want with that money as your foundation.”