Kilala Novels & Stories

Soft. Warm.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

"Yes, that's it, Schätzchen." Rara's head hung low in shame. Her fingers shook with the tremble of her legs. Never had she felt such an immense amount of embarrassment. She wanted to die. Alas. Even death wouldn't be easy when the grim reaper wanted her all to himself. Kilian tilted his head, the Kimball ring of his eyes darkening, his pupils dilating, he moved his hand to his pants, hurriedly unfastening his pants and pulled out his enormous dick.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

Goodbye. ****

They’d been home for only two weeks and Camila felt worse every passing day. She’d thrown up everything she’d eaten the day before. She felt sick to the stomach but didn’t feel the need to mention it to Roman as he was very busy with work and everything but now here she was kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up everything she’d eaten for breakfast with Roman standing behind her dazed and confused. He wasn’t sure what was wrong exactly. They’d eaten practically the same thing but she was the one that had got sick. He wondered if she was allergic to something he wasn’t aware of.

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“We’ll complete the rite. Together.” — The Temple of Cinders stood atop Mount Varn, a jagged black peak said to be the heart of a long-dead volcano. The ancient lava that once spilled from it had cooled into obsidian spires, and from its summit, the wind howled like forgotten spirits. Kael and Luna climbed in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of heat up their arms. Her touch calmed the fire in him, yet stirred another flame entirely—one of desire, deep and unrelenting.

Argghhhh) ***