Gor Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

I take one step so I can see if their door is open, I know it probably isn't but it's worth a try. I stop when I hear a weird sound coming from my right, I stand still and I turn my head slowly just to meet a large hairy wolf, no, a large hairy werewolf. "Fuck!" Wake up Chloe, wake up! The wolf grits its teeth, there's saliva dripping from its teeth, and its claws can kill someone even worse than a knife can. Its ears are pointy and the eyes are golden brown, the same as Nathan's. No, no way I'm getting killed.

Asked the same voice now closer. Feeling suddenly nervous, I turned and... Woao, just WOAO! The guy was spectacular. Tall, tanned, his eyes were a rare green and his mouth was encircled in a well-groomed goatee, his hair was low at the sides and high in the front. And when he smiled at me, hell, I had to suppress the sigh that formed out of nowhere. “I'm the publicist.” I replied when I noticed that he was waiting for me to speak and I was just looking at him intensely.

“No!” ********

"Let's go." BACK IN THE ROOM "What are you waiting for? Go after them!" Torento shouted holding on to his bleeding kneel. "Go! Get them! KILL THEM!"

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It looked simple, just squares on a wooden square. There was a simple grid drawn on the table and Callum took out the black and white stones from the other smaller box. "It's called Go. It's a Chinese game." "You learned it from your friend?" "No, my brother taught me when we were younger. I was almost a kid back then." He paused. "Anyway, I've played it ever since. " "The board's similar to the one for chess." "Do you play?" "Sometimes." "I noticed you're a gambler too from that time in Ella's."

It's a house, not a home. " Okay, come on. I prepared breakfast," Mr Garret smiles at Ace and gets out of the room. Ace blinks, his eyes waters and the tears fall. No one has ever treated softly like that. Not even the sister he loves the most. He buries his face into the pillow and screams as loud as he can. He wants to go. He wants to go. " where!?" Oren asks. Ace forgot about him for a while, he's feeling the guilt.