Lovecraftian Fiction Novels & Stories

(Yes ) Recording “Will anyone but us see the recordings?” I ask with my finger keeping my place on the paper. "Only us, baby. Nobody will see what's ours.” Jacob confirms. Jacob scoots closer to me, resting his arm around my shoulder, "daddy dom, little girl. It's sub genre of BDSM and CG/L is caregiver and little. I personally think you're a little and don't know it, but I could be wrong." "What's a little?” My head tilts to the side.

Though the love from Rayn started as Lust and greed but with time he showed he can be better person and his love for his wife Aurora is about lust anymore he fall for her without his knowledge. Here the end of the story -HIS LUSTFUL LOVE ..........THE END...........

My eyes widened at his words. "What is going to happen if a vampire and human falls in love?" "Why, it's against the rules between vampires and humans, darling," He gripped my waist tightly and continued "If the vampires council finds out that one of their kind had actually fallen in love with a-" "But then what's a keeper for?" I cut him off in panic. "They're for giving birth to vampires kids . Alex of all people should know that." He pulled back to see my shocked expression. "After all, he made those rules in the first place." Zack chuckled softly before guiding me further away from the crowd.

“The first was your need for blood Lucifer. The second, one day, Lucifer would find a mortal that he would feel the need to protect. A mortal that he would end up loving. Only that love drags you back to heaven and gives you a mortal soul.” Lucifer scoffs at his words, grabbing his drink, wondering to himself, is it possible? “Rubbish, I can’t love; I am incapable of love.” His head lowers. He isn’t fooling himself; there is no other explanation. “You can’t return, Lucifer, ever. If you allow yourself to love her, for her to love you like mortals, you lose her anyway. We both know when you get that soul and turn mortal, she is dead. You will kill her in a plea to lose your soul.” Lucifer loo

back in the days when having prissy epithets was fashionable in Hell. “Sounds endearing.” I opened the red leather-bound volume, reading aloud: “In recente tymes, Mortal propoganda hast highly tarnished our image in the Human Wyrld. In remedie to this dyre situation, I have insofar penned a detayled account on the origyn, nature, and dyversite of Hellekind. Shouldst thou need work, cohabyt, or othyrwise interact with Mortsalkynd, this wunderfyl volume will prove peerless in smoothyng relations betweenst thou and thy Human companions. Be they literate- let them read; be they uneducated- let them hear. The wyse words withyn this volume will qwell all Mortal fears, be-est thou of good inte