Gore And More Novels & Stories

"More. I need more!" * *

Cody's words cut through Kendra like a blade. She shut her eyes as memories surged like a tidal wave, every tender moment she once shared with me now turned bitter and painful. The guilt and heartbreak threatened to drown her from the inside. Dad pointed a trembling finger at Cody, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief. "Y-You ungrateful bastard! We raised you like our own son, and this is how you repay us?!" Cody met Dad's rage with a cold smirk, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes. He scoffed, "Repay you? I've bent over backwards trying to earn your love for years—I'm tired of it."

Their owner strode toward me. He had a dark silky fade mullet, his wavy fringe slightly tousled as if he had just run his fingers through it. A black leather jacket draped over his t-shirt. Two other guys flanked him, both just as tall and radiating the same confident energy. Sons of Olympus? "You parked in my spot." He stated flatly, gesturing toward my car. I arched a brow, glancing at the empty spaces nearby. "Didn't see a name on it."

The real, deadly cold was about to hit. "They're ready! Eat up!" Pamela scooped up a steaming meatball and stuffed it straight into Toby's mouth. He yelped from the heat, puffing out hot air while shouting about how amazing it tasted. The car was filled with the smell of scorched garlic and greasy meat. I felt the first real shiver. Even though I had heat patches, the phantom memory of hypothermia was still lodged in my marrow. I picked up my thermal flask and took a sip of hot liquid. It was black tea I had brewed before we hit the highway.

"She acts like a total angel in public, but who knows what trashy things she's doing behind closed doors?" "Poor Brenda," a relative sighed. "She bails Jessica out constantly, only to get dragged through the mud. I hope she finally sees through Jessica and cuts her off for good." Even the reporters who had rushed over were already pointing their cameras at me, broadcasting live. The nasty gossip didn't make me angry. In fact, a rush of dark excitement surged through me. I couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they realized their precious Brenda was currently in bed with another man.

Daniel, standing beside her, chimed in with fake concern, “Don’t say that, Professor. Maybe Mr. Sargent just wants to sit in and observe. “He may lack a formal education, but having a heart eager to learn isn’t a bad thing, right?” “John? Audit a seminar? He’s more likely to embarrass us,” Violet sneered. The two took turns ridiculing me, leaving me no chance to speak. Just then, someone walked over to greet Violet. “Professor Miller, we meet again. The gentleman beside you must be your husband?” Violet glanced at me coolly, then effortlessly wrapped her arm around Daniel’s. “That’s right. This is my husband, Daniel Webster—he’s also a researcher at my institute.” At that, the crowd immediat

I spread them even wider, wanting to feel more open. I add a second finger. It stretches me. I push both fingers in deep, curling them a little each time they come out. My clit throbs. I rub it with my thumb while my fingers keep moving inside. My hips start to rock, meeting every thrust. The door behind me feels cool against my back, but the rest of me burns.

Even after I blocked Sean, I still could not stop seeing his news. [Sean got me some foie gras. You and Mr. Foster will be going on your honeymoon soon, too, right? I recommend this place.] [Do you know Sean's size? I want to buy him boxers for his birthday.] [Sean made this necklace by hand. It's so ugly and childish. You're so lucky to have found a mature man like Mr. Foster.] Reading these messages made me want to laugh and roll my eyes at the same time. There were still ten months until Sean's birthday. What gift was she preparing?

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

He enters me from behind and thrust faster and deeper. "Brigor..." I softly moaned his name for the pleasure he's giving me. He groans while spilling his semen inside of me and pulled out after. He stood up to lay me down on the edge of the bed. He positioned in between my thighs and grind his member on my g-spot before inserting it in. "Oh fuck..." I moaned while he thrust deeper and harder. I'm fond of his warmth. His body heat freed me from the burden of tensions I am withstanding.