Gotham Stories Novels & Stories

Hold tight readers don’t be busting a nut just yet! I might be sharing a few more stories make sure to follow me x x I might delve deeper? What’s the worst that can happen? A follow on book? Me getting pounded just for your perverted pleasure? As im writing this im waiting on another delivery. Might be sharing this encounter! Im waiting and ready to go. Im sure I can hear him walking along my driveway, waiting for my delivery as I sit in my chair, maybe this has a must be continued or do I keep this private

Jamie Lena helped me to my feet, my legs still shaking like a newborn deer. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and leaking down my thighs. I could barely stand after the way she’d just destroyed me. “Get dressed,” she said with a smirk, tossing my crumpled dress at me. “We’re going back to my flat. I’m nowhere near done with that greedy cunt tonight.” The Uber ride to her apartment was pure torture. Lena kept her hand between my thighs the entire time, slowly fingering me under my dress while whispering filthy things in my ear so the driver wouldn’t hear.

The feeling pushed me over the edge one last time as my third orgasm ripped through me, my walls milking every drop from his cock. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cum already starting to leak out around his softening cock. Nathan pulled back slightly, looking at me with a mix of awe and hunger. “What’s your name?” he asked, still buried inside me. I smiled, licking my lips. “Madelyn. And I’m nowhere near done with this city yet.” He laughed darkly, already starting to harden again inside me. This was only my third week in Chicago, and I was already addicted to fucking strangers.

“If one of those articles were any real, I’ll put down my pen.” Araya herself vouched that the suicide cases, as what she had pointed out in a newly released magazine, ‘The Lies Behind Gotham,’ there involved authorities and fake news released in the neighborhood, which was disseminated by an unknown source that had now been taken down. She recalled the infamous Howlers whose supposed goal was to realize the reasons behind these occurrences but ended up wasting their time by hunting these vampires that for all they knew weren’t at all existing.

DAMIEN'S POV I slipped my wallet out of my pocket and popped out a twenty from within. The driver looked me over as he collected the bill from me. Giving a low satisfied grunt, he put the gear in drive and zoomed back into the night traffic. “Bastard," I muttered under my breath as I shoved the wallet back into my back pocket. I turned, facing the small building that stood on the other side of the road. The LED lights hung above the front door flickered and dripped with rain water. ‘Geiger's Bar,’ it read, but the two E’s were already dead.

My body grew cold as I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood with a white piece of paper attached to her scarf. Gotham took the paper and started to read out the content, "A gift~"

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

His eyes, dark and predatory, were locked on me, on the way I was huddled under the sheets, my hair a bird's nest and my lips swollen from Richard’s mouth. "Business emergency at the docks," Raymond whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the very floorboards. He didn't move his gaze from my face. "The Gills are acting up. I might not be back until the sun is up, Rich. Keep an eye on her ."

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until