Make It Stick Novels & Stories

"Two more days. Then we win. Then we rest." "General!" Mara the Chemist ran up to us. She was holding a coconut shell filled with a sticky, grey paste. "We did it," she panted. "The adhesive. I mixed the tree sap with sand and clay." "Does it work?" "Watch." She threw a glob of it at a tree trunk. It hit with a thwack and hardened instantly. "If that hits the lens of a solar rifle," Mara grinned, "it will block the focusing crystal. The gun will overheat and jam."

The headboard creaked with every push of his body in her. Pari was beyond pleased. She was not acting but truly enjoying the sex. The camera beside the window was recording every inch of his penis entering her core. As they were both nearing the climax Jack picked up the pace and so did Pari. She moved her hips to match each of his thrusts. The noise of their hips banging against each other filled the room along with their moans and groans. Pari was close but she needed some extra stimulation to reach the peak. Jack seemed to sense her unease and reached out between them to massage her clit with his thumb. The minute Jack started circling her pleasure button, he could feel Pari tightening ar

The woman said, "My joss stick is very special and different from the ordinary ones. It is colorless and tasteless after being lit. It doesn't produce smoke either. It's easy to conceal and it won't be discovered. "When you use it, you need to ask the couple to stay in the same room, then you secretly light this joss stick. As long as they stay in the room for 30 minutes, they will definitely end up hating each other. It would be impossible for them to be together in the future. But you have to pay attention to one thing when you use it. Quickly leave after lighting it. Don't get too close, or you will end your fate with him." Li Meiyu took the black joss stick and said, "But how can I make

It tasted sweet only for a moment, the aftertaste was horrible. "Oh, yuck, this is bad." I stuck my tongue out, coughing a little at the bad taste of the syrup. "That one's supposed to make you heal faster. The drugs heal the wounds, because this isn't just one scald that can be ignored, the syrup makes the drugs work faster. If I may ask, did he hit you repeatedly? Because it looks like he did." He said, examining my legs. I sighed. "No, it was just once. He only used the belt on me once."

"I’m sure." The black-market healer tried to persuade me one last time. "But this is the Silver Moon Pack’s highest Alpha mark. Countless she-wolves dream of bearing this claim. If you wash it off, you’ll lose all your privileges within the territory. You’ll be treated as a packless Rogue." "I want to be a Rogue." I lay down on the cold operating table. "Please, just get on with it." "Very well. Once the procedure is done, I’ll inject you with a high-grade Alpha Scent Masker—it will completely cloak your natural scent for a week. The Alpha won’t suspect a thing."

Fixing what someone tried to tear apart. Only difference? I don’t use thread and cotton. I use consequences. And tonight... Someone is about to learn exactly how permanent mine are.

Anything. My eyes scanned the cell again, flickering from the loose patch of stone in the corner to— There. A broken stick—thin, long enough, maybe strong enough. I crawled over to it, my limbs trembling, my fingers barely working as I reached out. “Come on,” I whispered. “Just… a little closer…” I finally got hold of it and shuffled back to the cell door. My fingers trembled as I shoved the stick into the lock, awkwardly twisting, hoping something would catch.

“Pick it up. Use it.” I glared at her, my temper sparking, hot and unsteady. “This is ridiculous,” I said, gripping the stick tighter, my head pounding harder. Her stick lashed out again, smacking my thigh, the pain sharp and blooming. I snarled, stumbling back, my patience fraying. “Stop it!”

We were both on our backs. I scrambled to get up, but he shoved the stick to my throat. "Stay down, or I'll have your throat ripped out." Easy enough. I froze. Vivid still stood there. Shaking. At least she was safe from the stick. Mr. Big Stick turned his attention to her, leaning in, sniffing her hair. I felt rage boiling in my veins, shifting to get in again. Mr. Big Stick growled and swung the stick to hit me in the leg. "I said stay down."

She looked very interested in what I had to say, thinking maybe I was going to share but I didn’t want to disclose anything further. “So…. what is it?” She asked me with so much interest in her eyes. "It's... a mating stick, the Lunara’s splice….don’t you have it over there?” I explained, dropping it back to the floor and using the vacuum cleaner to suck it up and make it vanish. "It's meant to bind two mates together." She didn’t say a word but knit her brows, giving a familiar, baffled shrug. "That's odd... Everything is so different here," she murmured looking around.