Incredible Story Novels & Stories

My name is Joseph Cains. At the time of writing I was still a member of the University’s music club, and I had an enormous crush on a beautiful mixed-race girl who happened to come along to the same club. This story comes from halfway through the academic year, just before her grading test. She asked me to come to the lakeside after my classes to help her practice her throws and tumbles, and I, being a lovestruck fool, agreed. It was one of the best foolish decisions that I have ever made.

“Are you alright? We received the distress signal and came as fast as we could.” Damon’s arm stayed wrapped possessively around my waist, his fingers subtly slipping under the hem of my dress from behind. “I’m… I’m okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But Damon’s thick fingers found my bare, cum-filled pussy and pushed inside me without warning. I gasped sharply, gripping his arm for support. “Easy, baby,” Damon murmured calmly to me, then turned to the rescuers with that charming billionaire smile. “She’s a little shaken from the storm. It was quite intense out here.”

I said, taking a sniff of the air as I plopped myself on the counter. "Oh, you and your flattery." Granny Petra blushed, waving a hand at me. "Thank you, Eiran. How was work today?" Granny replied, flashing me a smile. I told them about Vina, leaving the specifics of the incident of course. They didn't need full descriptions of the state. I found the poor girl; I did mention shooting him three times, though. "That's disgusting, you should have made it four, one for the small head, if you know what I mean." Granny Petra replied, the last bit of her sentence caught me off guard.

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

She asked me in a very shaky voice. “Those comments don't mean anything babe. You are not a slut or a tramp. You are a wonderful person. All those people, the poster, the commenters, they do not know anything about you and if I am being honest, they do not deserve to know you. You are an amazing person, babe.

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

Together, let’s make this story something unforgettable. With endless love and gratitude, Perfect Infinity