Futa Novels & Stories

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.

the girl replied as she packed the food inside a nylon. Paul smiled, "Well Aunty Joy meet my cousin, Anjola" Paul said. I almost puked. Aunty Joy? You sure are kidding me. "Oh my, how are you?" Joy asked. I raised my head to look at her and smiled. "I’m fine" I replied. "Welcome to FUTA" Joy said as I winced. Is that the only statement you people can say? Welcome to FUTA, yen yen yen. I smiled before replying. "Thank you"

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

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.

of the stored shimmered brightly with the beautiful white lights and a tinge of yellow in them and the trips of red and green above and below the lettering. "Deva! Why in the name of chocolate croissants are you dragging me into freaking Gucci?" Eira asked bewildered. Eira was too broke for Gucci. Devika grinned and replied "We are just going window shopping, Eira" "Seriously!? Window shopping and that also in Gucci? You have got to be kidding me!" Eira tries to stop her but she ignores Eira and drags her with inhumane strength. Jeez what does this girl eat?

"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. . . . . . . . .

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.