Mayhem Novels & Stories

I screamed in my mind. [Bloodline Obscuration Charm: Activated] A strange power surged through me, and a moment later, the baby was out. The medical staff screaming and trembling in horror, "Oh my God! What the hell is that?!"

SINNER LEAH I tell myself that what I’m doing is wrong and that it will most likely put me on the fast track to hell, but no matter how much my guilty conscious screams at me, it doesn’t stop my leg from hiking up. I rest it on the desk in front of me and press my aching pussy against the rounded corner that I’m now dry humping like a fucking hussy. Satan has definitely won this round. Again.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It was just a stupid question." Connor chuckled, "It wasn't a stupid question, and it'll be okay if I tell you. We're friends, you should know." He took a deep breath, "It started when my dad died. I wasn't always this way, and at times, I really hate myself for being like I am. When he died, I got scared that those who I really loved wouldn't always be here for me. They'll end up leaving me when I need them most, and I just couldn't take that thought. So, I pushed it to the back of my mind, sleeping with girls left and right, but not trying for a long term relationship. I didn't believe that any of the girls would want to stay with me. Why wo

INEZ I saw rage, fury, and madness. His eyes were lit on fire. The look that he had on his face made me wanna run away from him. He was glaring at them without even blinking for a single second. His hold on me increased but it was very gentle. His clenched jaw was strikingly noticeable in the dark. He was pissed. Mad. I never thought you could see a real monster who is angry beyond repair, yet here I was in the arms of one very angry monster. He was fuming. His hot breath kept hitting my forehead. His chest was rising and falling constantly with all the heavy breathing.

Without him, Hanson and I would have been separated with no place to express our love until the sexual and emotional need blew us apart. With haste, I walk to my cottage on the edge of town, making sure to show respect to the white population. Sweat slips down my back from the heavy weight of the dress and the heavy length of my hair as it sways across my bare shoulders. “Jezebel!” I turn and watch as a fourteen-year-old Mae, an endearing but chaotic neighbor, forces her way through crowds of colored people as they grunt in annoyance from when her bony elbows make contact. “JEZEBEL!” Mae stands tall at 5’8 and has the body of a full-grown woman. Her bosom pushes against her bodice as the res

Mayhem is what feels like home. Wild There's a huge mass of bodies clogging up the empty space used as a dance floor. Dance floor. That's kinda funny. The reality of the situation is quite different. It's used as a place to make drug deals, for single twenty-somethings to find a hook-up for the night, for depressed thirty-something's married to their high school sweethearts to find the one to help them get their freak on, and for anyone with a need of any kind to find whatever relief there is.

EPISODE THIRTY FOUR TITLE: Three against one Theme: A Fuck Fest Joe stood up. “I changed my mind.” He blurted out. Maya’s head snapped up to look at him. “What do you mean...you changed your mind?” She asked. “I mean about the outdoor sex. Let’s do it in my tent instead.” He answered. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. “But why?” Maya pouted. “Our audience are busy.” Jack nodded towards Lorna and Ariel who were already making out behind them while Jack groans could be heard from the tent.

I heard Jayvee calling my name and he tried to run to me while the bus was falling. I open my eyes and realize that it is just a dream. A dream or another memory that is coming back. That is what happened and it is all my fault. I killed them. I thought the girl that I saw killed them but I was wrong because I am the reason why the bus fell. I tried to recall everything. I blocked out because of the memory that I suddenly remember and the pain that it brings to me. The memory of being abused and the pain of being raped. My tears fell because of the regret of what happened. “ I am sorry, Heaven” I said deep inside of me “I am sorry Camille, Aimee, Josh, Nestle and all the others… I am sorry t

Henry*** The world shatters around me, a cacophony of destruction that echoes through my bones. Everything I’ve ever known is crumbling, slipping through my fingers like sand, and the storm inside me rages with an intensity I can’t control. I am its eye, the center of this chaos, and yet I am powerless to stop it. The darkness surrounds me, pulls at my insides, and all I can do is endure its cold, suffocating grip. The man I was… I can barely remember him. Only fragments remain, scattered like broken glass, and the creature I’ve become is all that’s left.

The fuck? Why does my life like to keep me captive all the fucking time? Yeah, God hates me. “Viper, meet my little brother, Ryker Young.”