Hooked Novels & Stories

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

Keep the husband engaged while the wife locates her dignity. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to switch on the flashlight, but an incoming message banner interrupted me. An attachment from Adrian. My thumb tapped the thumbnail on instinct. I nearly choked. The photo filled my screen. Adrian's hand was wrapped around his fully erect cock, while his other hand held the lace underwear I'd been desperately searching for. Beneath the photo was a single caption: 'Looks better in my hand than on your floor.' I smiled, warmth spreading through my lower belly.

Groban finished tying the hooves of the animal before turning to look at me as I sat staring at his handiwork almost mesmerized, the corners of his lips turned into a grin as his eyes glistened, “Would you like to try?” He asked questioningly, as if being pulled from my stupor my eyes shot up to his, “Um- me, try to tie the hooves?” nodding he gestured for me to up beside him, which I did. He slowly guided my hands in showing me how to turn, cross and knot the rope around the hooves. I asked him why it was important to do this and he replied,

He told me to search round, for anything I liked. I walked round the store and then mindlinked Adam and showed him the phone it was an iPhone. The details about the phone was written under it and attendant came to ask if we saw anything we liked. We showed him, he told us about the phone and when he mentioned the price. I quickly changed my mind about it. I didn't really find phone necessary now that I could mindlinked with people around me, the only usefulness now for phone was to be able to know the happenings in the country and too move along with the advancement in technology. Adam didn't listen to me and handed him his debit card. They brought back his card with the phone. As we were wa

"It was perfect. It was exactly what I needed you to do." He kissed me then. Hard and deliberately. Like he was cementing the moment we stopped pretending. "I love you," he said. "I know," I said. "I love you too." The campaign expansion was officially locked. Westbrook wanted us on retainer. They wanted the partnership. They wanted Adrian and Eli, strategy and creativity, control and authenticity integrated. By Monday, the expansion was moving forward. We were building out the infrastructure for a year-long commitment. And we were doing it as a public couple.

“Round three after dinner. Keep that hole ready for me.” The hook was set. I was addicted.

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

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" She then asked, and Jas tilted his head in confusion. "The black lube you gifted me." She reminded him, and Jas nodded. "Well, I think... I should use it on you." She said, turned him around, and rammed the cold lube through the entrance of his ass. Yoori watched him as she eased the plug inside of him. Groans escaped Jas's lips as he felt it stretching his insides.

If Calantha were here, she would be really astonished because this is the one which injected her. - An assistant took the pack of syringe, put it in the iron bag. Everyone was all busy with taking Marcus's sample. Finally, everyone got out except for Marcus, Dr.Mesly, Jim and the caretaker, Ronal. - "Although we haven't had the exact result, the percent determined that Mr.Marcus and that Omegle are suitable is approximately over 90%" Dr.Mesly said and laughed "This may be good for yourself, you ought to instantly seek for an Omegle that can help you solve your problems"