Incarceron Books Novels & Stories

I was transferred to a new dorm, and my dormmates were lovely people who played by the rules. After a few days, some police officers came to campus to investigate Summer and Jean's disappearances. I told them the truth. That afternoon, Terence was found dead in his home. I knew he hadn't taken his life because he was afraid of the repercussions but because he missed Adeline terribly. He couldn't take it and wanted to be with her in the afterlife. … After graduation, I stayed on at the college. I didn't accept any of my students' bribes during my tenure there. I checked each dorm carefully and ensured that any students found using high-power electrical appliances were educated on fire safety.

"You've become so cold and heartless. You'd better pray Ian pulls through, or you'll be prepared to feel guilty for the rest of your life." His words were like a pair of hands crushing my heart. My heart ached. He was right—those five years in prison had hardened me. But could I afford not to harden? Prison turned people into demons. Those who were soft-hearted were prey. When I first arrived, my small frame made me a target: beaten, humiliated, forced to kneel, my palms burned by cigarette butts, my legs broken by rebar. Covered in wounds, I was still forbidden to eat. I had to satisfy the twisted demands of certain big guys in there. I lived like a dog in a world without daylight. Any resi

So what stand beside us isn’t at human appearance anymore. Curse of Fallen that what we call it. When we can’t hold our own desire and be honest about it. There appear a animal part on our body. Except me and Hana. Whilst i’m got reincarnated unto this place my race is Incubus, while Hana race is Fallen Angel but at other place is called Succubus because instead of Bat wing and tail it got a Crow wing. So Elder of Hana race call themself a Fallen Angel. The most interesting is there’s no Male on their race so. It got Succubus as the other name.

Life isn't pink, but it isn't black either; it's a middle ground where we have positive and negative experiences that help us grow and improve. He had spent his whole life locked up, afraid and imagining what the outside world could offer him. When he got out of that prison, he realized it was big, fascinating, and scary. There were good people and bad people and beautiful and horrible landscapes. Ultimately, it wasn't the place that made Oliver tremble and suffer but the people who surrounded him. THE END

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

Those useless bastards never failed to amaze me. I lay down on the mattress-- the only furniture inside the cell-- willing the lights to be on; it was my only sense of time in the hell hole. I closed my eyes and started humming a tune from a childhood memory, it might not solve anything but it was a good diversionary tactic, driving away from the earsplitting silence. The night seemed to stretch for far too long, my stomach was already killing me. Though, I doubt the food in the canteen would satisfy my hunger. If only I hadn't lost the cracker from Edmund. That man, what exactly made him so interested in me. Helping me back there, he was a fool to think that I would cooperate with him. I ha

, I said and everyone looks excited when they heard the word "sex" My eyes were on Diana's healthy breast. She lowered her head when she saw me lingering unto them. It's more interesting this way. I smirked. "What is Incubus and Succubus demon means? An incubus is a male demon who preys on women, especially while they are sleeping. They rape and impregnate women. The victim may wake during the rape, or may not know anything has happened until her health suddenly deteriorates as she hosts the Incubus’, parasitic baby".