Groped Novels & Stories

"Dad, I know how you met Mam. But…did you have to deal with groupies hanging around when you played?" "Aiy. Even after your mother showed up they were always around. Ready for a good shag and whatever else we could think of. Rowen," I look back up at him and see concern written all over his face. "Have you gotten yerself in trouble with a cleat chaser?"

In fact, she liked them so much that she had an entire wall of them. Before I could speak again, another pair of arms pulled me closer. "If my wife wants anything, I'll buy it for her." Sean frowned and gave Ethan a look, telling him that he could stop the act at a time like this. But Ethan simply held my waist even tighter as if he did not see it. Feeling the strength of his hold, I calmed down too. "I believe you haven't forgotten about the one-month-long contract, Mr. Green? Right now, I'm Ethan's surrogate girlfriend."

They seem evenly matched and equally angry. My eyes instantly begin to look for something I can use to assist my mate. I smile triumphantly when I spot a knife placed perfectly next to the panel the Gafrop used earlier. They underestimated me so much that they left a weapon out. My feet wobble as I force my body up again, but determination has always been on my side.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Edited My stomach hurt really bad. I really don’t want to wake Don. I move around the bed as quietly as I can. "Nala, what's wrong?" I hear Don's voice suddenly and I turn to the sound of his voice. I see his eyes on my stomach and I look down to see what is causing the frown on his face. My hands are dangerously wrapped around my stomach. I don't even feel how tight my grip is. The heat consuming my inner body is weirdly making me horny, which I find unreasonable.

he groaned, gathering my hair in his hand, holding it tight. He was watching me devour him—eyes drowst, lips parted—but he couldn’t keep his eyes open for long. Michael threw his head back, eyes highly closed, guiding my rhythm, fucking my mouth slow, then deep, then faster. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he moaned louder, hips moving to meet my mouth, fucking into me. “Oh, fuck, Natasha. Ahh!” He was gething out of his wits. I could tell. The way his hips lost control, the way his grip in my hair yanked tighter with every thrust.

Without another word the office door snapped shut. The day dragged on slowly, I never once caught a glance of the supposed Alpha, kelechi left shortly after, he stayed in his office till I left the room. I walked to the dinning room weak to the bones. The long rectangular wooden table was packed with people, I moved easily towards them less curious eyes watched me. I sat between Ebere and another girl. Garri and vegetables soup were already served before us, soaking my hands on a water bowl at the center of the table, not waiting another second, I moulded the garri with my hands and rolled it to little balls mixing it with the soup, swallowing it. Ebere don't questions my solemn expression.

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

added one of the soldiers. The colonel's eyes squinted. Suddenly he felt itchy on his arms and legs. Without further ado, he swiped the crawling creature with his hand, cursing. It fell down on the floor, moved, and tried to fly away but the Colonel was swift. He stumped on it, flattening it with his boot, its fluid oozed out under his sole. Feeling triumphant, he ordered his men. “OK, let's get on with it.”