Immortal Longings Chloe Gong Novels & Stories

I did not scream. I did not cry. I slipped into black lace lingerie that hugged my curves like a second skin. Tied a silk robe over it. Strapped on the thick eight-inch black dildo I bought for a honeymoon fantasy that would never happen now. Grabbed the key card to her suite. I walked down the quiet hotel hallway with purpose. I did not knock. I swiped the card. Pushed the door open. Locked it behind me with a soft click. Chloe sat at the vanity in a short cream satin slip. Brushing her long blonde hair. Makeup flawless. She caught my reflection in the mirror and smiled like everything was perfect.

Her private security detail stood silently in the foyer behind her, blocking the hall like a wall of stone. Chloe let out a strangled, terrified gasp, shrinking further into the corner of the settee, pulling her sweater up to her chin. Even in her broken, manic state, she recognized the terrifying presence. This was the woman whose anonymous ghost scripts had siphoned her out of the industrial hub—the unseen phantom who had manipulated her every move.

"You scared Caleb. Apologize to him. Now." That night, her security guards forced my dad to his knees outside the door. I got down on my knees right next to him. While we were kneeling outside, they were celebrating their wedding night inside. My dad and I froze outside. The snow came down hard and fast, burying us before long. "Don't make a scene." My mom's voice pulled me back to the present. I looked at the woman in front of me. The memories kept replaying, over and over, until there was nothing left to feel.

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

And if push came to shove, Mila would obliterate these Keplins, Rivera, Lapiz, Brown, Jones with a flick of her hand. “When you went through the Martin kingdom, Jones kingdom and Brown kingdom, did you feel anything? Did you smell anything? Felt hungry?” Arthur asked, digressing from Chloe’s rant. “Smell? Hunger?” Chloe asked seriously. And then her expressions cleared up suddenly. “Oh, Arthur Collins, is it what I think it is?” Chloe laughed. “What?” Arthur asked innocently. “You are trying to find me a mate!” Chloe exclaimed. “Oh my god, I am so stupid. You think that if I find a mate, I would be drawn to him, and you will be free. Then you will not be held accountable, isn’t it?”

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

The heavy, secret door sealed them away from the world, and the room was charged with an intimate energy. Simon, who had restrained himself for so long, was relentless, claiming her again and again. After reaching another high, Jessica finally caught her breath, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. Had they not said he lacked endurance? Simon seemed powered by an unstoppable force. The workday had slipped by, surely night had fallen. Tentatively, Jessica ventured, "Mr. Canfield, maybe we could grab some dinner?" Simon, supporting himself above her, replied without missing a beat, "I'm not hungry." His hands found her waist once more as he prepared for another round.

She froze for a moment before quickly opening it and beginning to read. [December 22. New Year is almost here, but I can’t find a reason to feel happy. Jimmy has been missing for three months, and my heart has been hollow ever since. Someone from down south called me and said they had found Jimmy. They asked for fifty thousand. I paid them, but after that, I never heard from them again. Joan cursed me again. She said I was wasteful, crazy, and that I was reaping what I sowed. It’s all my fault. Jimmy would never have gone missing if it wasn’t for me. I’m a sinner.] Joan’s throat tightened. Her stiff fingers slid down the screen.

The material is damp enough to be thoroughly wrung out over the floor. "The proximity of the Don has triggered an extreme physical reaction. Do we truly need to consume food? Am I required to maintain the illusion of resistance against his advance?" Chloe asks, her fingers actively rubbing against her swollen slit as she speaks. Rodolpho finds himself intensely conflicted, trapped between a sense of operational unease at the sight of an associate masturbating before him and the violent, sudden throbbing inside his own trousers.

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.