Interactive Wedgie Story Novels & Stories

I stood on my ground eyes flashing with determination, just as the first wendigo reach the edge of the roof, I sprang into action. Dodging it's attack, I sprung around and I landed a fatal blow on the wendigo's chest, purple blood spilling out as he stumbled back, its claw scrap the roof trying to maintain balance, but unlucky for the wendigo, I don't have pity for anyone who tries to hurt my mate or anyone close to me and so I stretched forth my leg and kicked it hard that it got it flying away, the rest of the wendigos all turned their to the direction where it went, many damages were done to it's body before it died.

My Wolfie sighed feeling bad, “We have another mate” “I don't like him” Wolfie slurred and shut me out from the mind link, “Angry Wolfie” I sighed and angrily took the hand drier as I began to dry Jade's hair angrily bending his head and pushing them to different angles, “Awch…!” He yelped bringing me back to reality “Jade, are you okay?” I asked in shock, “Fuck, do you want to dislocate my neck?” “Do you prefer to do it on your own then?” I asked with a glare

Mission seducing starts. ************************************ How is it ?

"I’m sexy right?" The Wendigo growled at me as it leapt over the shredded woman incredibly fast. I crouched down ready for it, it clawed out at me and I raised my staff aiming for its chest. I growled, knocking it back with all my strength. I had the upper hand with it being a tight place, it couldn't manoeuvre as good as I could.

It was rewriting the code. And the story was finally starting to remember who held the cursor.

The wolf smiled and brought his face closer, licking the blood. -You know, I'll tell you a short story. I'm sure you'll like it a lot - he seemed totally crazy, mood swings, conversation that flipped back and forth, totally unpredictable. Jade squeezed her eyes shut. She was terrified of what was happening to her and what was coming next. She didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to know. She just wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't she live her days in peace? At what point did everything go completely crazy?

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Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

~Jake~ The days after that kitchen fuck drag on like torture. Sarah's home every night, her presence a constant barrier between Maddie and me. We play it cool—stolen glances in the hallway, biting her lip as she passes, whispering "Daddy" so low only I can hear. One afternoon, when Sarah's in the shower, Maddie corners me in my home office, dropping to her knees quickly, sucking me off in under five minutes, her mouth hot and eager, swallowing every drop before standing, wiping her lips with a wink. "Just a taste," she says. But it's not enough. We need more space to unleash without the fear of creaking floorboards or sudden lights flicking on.

Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age