Litorica Stories Novels & Stories

“I understand. But if you’re going to remember this, then I propose we have experiences worth remembering.” That night, Loretta, Sven and I went to the shore beside the crimson sea. Loretta brought sticks, and set them aflame with a ritual. Their fire glowed blue and red and purple and orange in a display that was as gorgeous as Loretta herself. “This is well worth the finger it cost me,” she said, rightfully proud of her creation. We drank and danced, the fireflies glistening like tiny phoenixes. Loretta sang well, and I sang so terribly that Sven actually laughed, a deep and throaty laugh I’d have never thought him capable of.

Please note, from this point forward, it is Lorenzo's story. Then it continues into Dario's I hope you have enjoyed reading Lucia and Marcos's story. As you have read, Marco's is a similar theme, with some of the same trigger warnings. Lorenzo's story also features alcohol abuse, sex, alcohol and fighting used as a coping vice. Lorenzo's story also features many flashbacks where he remembers his childhood and his mother's abuse. This story, like Lucia's is not a fade to black story. So some scenes may be hard to read. So consider this before beginning to read it.

The sea breeze carried with it the scent of salt and the distant calls of seabirds, evoking a poignant nostalgia. Batac Bay, where they now resided, was also in the province of Pangasinan but a bit farther from Eldoria. Victoria chose to stay there after learning the truth from her mother, Loleng, who had long since passed away. The bay, with its tranquil waters and golden sands, had become their new haven, a place where she could rebuild her life with her son, Lucas.

Luciana Edith who lost her family's heirloom gem. Luciana Edith who lost her pack which burned to the ground and left nothing but bitter and horrible memories. Luciana Edith who was rejected by her mate, whom she had wanted to meet for so long, but who ended up hurting her so badly. Luciana Edith who was burned half of her face, then stabbed by a sword, and left just like that right on the edge of the cliff in a dying condition.

she rasped. Liora’s tears hit the dirt. “I know.” Ashen tried to smile. “Too late now.” Suddenly the ground around them opened not into cracks or fire, but into narratives, Half-told stories flooded out like rivers: A soldier who never returned from war, finally finding peace, A wolf spirit who had loved a human girl but never said the words.

"Oh.. you who last night whined asking again and again, did you forget.. it seems I was squeezed like a horse with you.. you and your lust that exceeds..." Before Argo could continue his sentence, Riri patted his head in annoyance. In the end they agreed to go to Jatora. Argo never heard of Dame again, his friend seemed to be alone in his tent, collecting all the strange and expensive items he came across from traveling merchants. Still with Upuro.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

He decided to tell her a story about a Lycan tradition, a long and beautiful folktale. As he began to speak, Liliana listened intently. The story was about the founding of their pack, and how their ancestors had defeated a group of rogue Lycans who were terrorizing the land. The story was filled with bravery, honor, and sacrifice, and Liliana found herself getting lost in the tale. Liam spoke with passion and conviction, bringing the story to life with vivid descriptions and colorful language. Liliana was mesmerized by his storytelling skills and forgot about her fears for a while.

Luckily, we weren't alone in that room with that jerk. "So, the real scammer in this whole story is you?" Heitor asked, seeming to only now recall the story I told about how Lizandra arrived in Rio de Janeiro. "This won't come cheap for you, Luciano." "If this story gets to the media, I also have some very interesting things to tell the press about you guys," Luciano threatened. "I'm not afraid of you, Luciano," Lily replied, undeterred. "I've already spoken, and I'll say it again."

I took to ny heels immediately running towards the direction of the abandoned building which was Rihanna's and my hideout, I knew I wasn't safe anywhere not even there but I needed to rest a while, I knew I wasn't safe; I was neither safe in the hideout nor safe in the town, after catching my breath I ran into the woods immediately. Jerry's POV Lucia and I met at the mall two years ago and I must confess it was love at first sight, not wanting to lose the new treasure I found I kept stalking her till I finally had the courage to ask her out, she laughed when I confessed my love to her asking me how it felt to get it off my chest, wondering what she meant I asked her what she was trying to sa