Hiroki Mori Novels & Stories

I had a fireplace going to help keep me warm since it was freezing cold outside. I took off my robe exposing my muscular body with a six pack over my stomach. I turned on my tv to watch my home made tapes of my victims of how I would often dismember them and screw the girls left and right. I also had a torture chamber right by my bedroom over to the right of my bed with red walls and all sorts of devices to use to control my victims. My recent victim was Ariel but I called her little bird. She was gorgeous and oh how she tasted sweet between her legs. That long blonde hair and blue eyes oh how she cried and begged for me to stop harming her. I watched the home made tapes I used for over an h

Her canopy tells the story of Fiachra, and how Hymir stands tall despite the odds. “But not all stories are written down nor told just like the story I’m about to tell you. It is not as heroic as Fiachra's but it still tells how Hymir still stands till this day.” Morrigan timidly smiled and looked at Colfre’s eyes. “I won’t tell this story again so you better listen attentively.” Colfre nodded. Morrigan sat straight and looked at herself through the vanity mirror across her.