Mandrake Epic Novels & Stories

Grey's tail lashed with anticipation. Etta raised trembling hands to take control of the beast's throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grapefruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion's cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Etta's soupy-wet loins.

Amelia said, as she perched onto the corner of the desk. “Well, Brickroll Holdings is huge. Like, really big. They’re a really successful company and they’re run by humans. There’s a lot of business competition with us, though. Mandrake Enterprises, on the other hand, is a bit more mysterious. I don’t know much about them, really. But I can look into it? Dig up whatever I can and get back to you?” “Sure. That’d be great. Now as for…”

Drake got into the moving van and drove off Later that day when Mark and Tasha returned they were hearing the cry of a baby so naturally they were curious. No one they knew had a baby “Is that a baby crying?” Tasha asked one of the maid who was walking pass “Yes ma’am” She responded “Whose baby is crying?” She asked further “Well, actually…” the maid stuttered a little “Speak up” Tasha ordered “It is the Young madam’s baby” She dropped the bomb “Shut your mouth Summer doesn’t have a baby” Tasha scolded

They all think am a second close to depression, but the truth is I wasn't depressed. I just miss Jake so much, I just miss him so much it hurts. My grandfather had left me a winery in Napa valley, I actually didn't have much interest in it. It was being looked over by the company and so as my shares for his company, I just sign checks and sometimes attend meetings. Anyway I decided I to move to Napa valley for a while to clear my head. I moved here two weeks, my dad was against it because he thinks being alone will drive me into depression but actually being in Napa actually helps me.

, the large fearful criminal asked him. "I am Francis Ade....., Adeyemo... , My dad stammered with fear. "Well you are going to suffer in here if you don't do what we want, Obey me like how other do or else you will die here, Now massage my leg", The criminal said to my dad "Wait, what!, you want me to massage..., I should massage that dirty leg of yours?", Francis complained. "So you don't what to massage me now abi, Oyá wérè ni (Are you mad)",

Maybe her mother would step forward, take her in her arms, wipe the blood from her face, and whisper, "It’s a mistake, sweetheart. Come home." But her mother didn’t move. Her eyes were cold. Unforgiving. Like she was looking at something vile crawling across the ground. “She’s not one of us.” Alpha Cian’s voice broke the silence. Sharp, heavy, and final. “She doesn’t belong to this pack.” He turned toward Maddox, her father. “And as Beta, it is your duty to protect the pack.” Maddox didn’t hesitate. His voice was firm, echoing across the woods. “Yes, Alpha. I love my pack… and I’ll do anything to keep it safe.”

My sincere thanks to you for reading the short book, Epidemic. This is actually my first sci-fi and zombie type of story, but I hope I did well, and I'll surely work more on improving myself. I wrote this book in a day without even planning for it before (LOL). A colleague of mine asked for one of my works to be added to an anthology he is currently working on. He specified it must be sci-fi, I've never written any sci-fi book before, so I had to quickly put down something. It's kinda funny, I know.

“Testing her patience.” Kieran smirked. His hand punched thumb and forefinger together, tapping twice at his chin. “Seeds?” Implying at the thing she does with the little black seeds. Malen nodded, her hands forming small circles near her chest. “Healing drills.” She signed 'injury' by tracing her middle finger down her opposite arm, then shook her head sharply. “Fake.” A quick downward push of both hands. “Skip chores" Her fingers paused midair, then brushed forward. “She saw right through it.”