Make It Stick Novels & Stories

Just for good measure, I give them a little twist. He hisses out a breath in response. Now that I have his undivided attention, I growl, "If you don't get your damn hand off my ass immediately, I will continue squeezing until something pops. Do I make myself clear?" "Perfectly," he squeaks, sounding almost faint. Not a second later, he releases my offended butt cheek.

So many things needed to go right for this to work. The blood magic barrier was strong but all magic had a weakness. Usually, if it had a solid manifestation, it was vibrations. The wedge was supposed to hit the dome that covered the pack to create a ripple effect, vibrating the metal of the car and the dome to send waves, breaking apart the magic that was built more like glass than woven magic. But in order to create the correct ripple effect that was needed, I had to hit the barrier going exactly 71 mph. Any faster it would create too quick of a ripple that it wouldn’t break apart. Too slow and the ripples would just dissipate before having a chance to do anything. That was hoping the wedg

Standing up, I race down escaping momentarily. I don't know for how long, my feet carries me, I see a clearing out front, jade green shines mystical. Racing through the clear field, I reach the middle, before I can take another step, my feet refuse to move, like an invisible hold am stuck. Pulling hard on my foot, I try to move but find it difficult. A huge shadow moves menacing towards me, trying hard to pull, lifting my feet with my arms trying desperately to run. The half moon shines illuminating the four legged breast, pitch black fur blended with the darkness, sharp fierce long canine reveled itself coated with saliva, the beast opened its mouth huffing out a ragged breath.

Build it. Every single day.

Still becoming. Always.

“Just check. Rule it out. For peace of mind.” My hands trembled slightly as I retrieved it, the plastic crinkling unnaturally loud in the quiet room. The instructions were simple, absurdly so, for something that could shatter or rebuild a world. Two minutes. An eternity. I set the stick on the edge of the sink and turned away, unable to watch.

I reached up and stroked his hand affectionately. “It’s okay I want to do this”. I patted his hand before I cleared my throat and repositioned myself on the pillow. I looked to Artemis to continue and he nodded. Reaching behind him he pulled out a wooden stick, about fifty centimetres long and an inch thick, and placed it on the ground. “With gravity power, you can make heavy or you can make lite, with this I want you to make too heavy for he to lift” Artemis pointed at the stick and then at Smith and I nodded slowly.

Sloan greeted him with his hand holding onto his jeans and briefs, halfway down his smooth sexy thighs. "Bend over for me, baby," Hendry whispered after closing the lid of the toilet and pulling out a travel-size lube that he purchased with the toys earlier. When he pushed the toy inside Sloan, it settled safe and snugly between his buttcheeks. "You look so damn beautiful, I can't wait to see you eat dinner knowing that I made you wear a sexy silicone toy inside you." Hendry helped his boyfriend whose legs were visibly shaken, he pulled his briefs and zipped up Sloan's jeans.

“Maddison honey, stick with me, we can do so many positive things but you have to believe in us for this to work.” “Okay, I will try.”

“I’ll lose my balance.” “Is it coming anytime soon?” “I don’t know.” “Do you want me to turn my head?” “Yeah, maybe that would help.” She does, and I concentrate, and what feels like five minutes later, a few dribbles come out. I hit my hand and miss the stick. I focus harder, and finally, I nail it. I don’t know if it’s a five second stream like the directions say, but the whole stick and all my fingers are drenched.