Max Crumbly Books 4 Novels & Stories

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

"Welcome—" The girl's composed smile disappeared the instant our eyes met. Panic flashed across her face. Lowering her gaze, she stammered awkwardly, "W-What would you like to order...?" The moment I looked at her, I knew she was the one. A faint smile curved my lips as I sized her up. "Two egg tarts." She looked innocent and delicate, small enough to seem fragile. I suddenly remembered how Lucas used to tell me that being short was cute.

Kylie I added the little black stub to the baby book. We'd brought our baby home ten days ago and the umbilical cord fell off today. I remember getting this gorgeous book at the baby shower Analiese and Roberta had thrown for me. I had immediately come home and sat at the thrift store dining table to add all the details I knew so far. Mom and Dad's names, pictures of our first ultra-sound. Various names we had picked and discarded. My cravings during the pregnancy. They weren't too wild. Ice cream and tacos. Every time I ate avocados while pregnant I wanted to puke. I didn't have much morning sickness, like some women. I got nausea every once in a while, but I didn't throw up for months on e

⚠️ EXPLICIT CHAPTER WARNING ⚠️ This chapter contains graphic sexual content and dark themes. If you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with explicit scenes, do not read this chapter. Chapter 11 Vermont’s POV The room Adrian had prepared looked normal at first. At first glance, it looked like every other room in the palace. Same walls. Same quiet. Same faint smell of polish and old stone. I almost missed it until my eyes landed on the bed. Instead of the four-post curtains every other room had, this one was bare. Chains hung from each end, thick and heavy, bolted so tight they wouldn’t come loose no matter how hard I pulled.

A whopping two hundred and thirty thousand dollars! Juicy was speechless. It wasn't the grand total at the bottom...it was one particular treatment that had her quiet... Mr. Cracker returned to the room. "Oh, okay. You're dressed." He didn't comment on the tacky clothes and Juicy didn't look up. "What are you reading?" She looked at him with hollow eyes. She handed him the slip of paper. He read quickly lips moving silently and then stopped abruptly. He looked at Juicy. "Oh...that..." Mr. Cracker looked really uncomfortable which made him look even younger then she had previously suspected.

I picked up the iPad that she had almost thrown across the room in frustration. Numbers and charts bounced up and down on the screen. Bar graphs jumped, making their own paths and I gazed down at the titles. I swiped my finger through the forecasts of monthly profits and budgets. I had a vague idea of what I was looking at, so I opened a spreadsheet and began typing.

His hand slid down to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened. Ledger’s fingers moved faster, his middle and index fingers pumping in and out of me while his thumb rubbed tight circles on my clitoris. He kissed my neck, sucking a mark into my skin. “Then we better be quick, babe. But fuck, you’re so tight this morning. Your pussy is still swollen from last night.” He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl. “I love how wet you get for me. Even after two kids, this cunt still feels like heaven.”

“This is harmless, I can’t even smell the chemicals and it’s safe for kids.” I’m currently painting right now and it has become a part of me since I can’t really do anything, I’m just painting on a little canvas and it doesn’t require for me to bend over or anything harmful, and aside from painting I would read books, watch the television and learn how to cook, and I can say that I’m getting better at it day by day.

I increased the pulse, the vibrators hum getting as loud as my moan and I instantly curled my toes. I turned the setting higher, then higher again till I reached the last setting, and the vibration got more pleasurable lighting up every nerve in my body. My eyes rolled back as a shaky “Ohhhh…” spilled from my mouth, my toes curling tight as I arched my back , barely able to breathe. I could feel it I was about to come, “ Yes, yes , yes.”

Saturday rolled around, and as usual, I bought some groceries and headed over to visit my mother-in-law, Margaret Flint. But the moment I entered her apartment complex, I saw a thick black smoke billowing up. My heart lurched, and I dashed toward her building. A crowd had already gathered outside. Her neighbor, Mrs. Zeller, spotted me and grabbed my arm. "Oh, my goodness, Margaret's still inside! Hurry and call Joshua so he can bring his crew to put out the fire!"