Myth Stories Short Novels & Stories

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

"Oh, your cheek doesn't look as bad as I thought." "Really? Thank the heavens. Do you think Aunt Autumn will notice?" "Probably not. Is she gonna be home today?" "I don't think so. She usually comes home after two days or more." "Then do you wanna stay over?" "That's pretty sudden. Why the invite?" He scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. "I thought I should probably tell you about the guy from earlier." He said. "It's gonna be a long story, so..." "...What?"

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her. “Well no one alive” Ley added, “Many stories that are deemed myth are purely so because none were left alive to continue the tale and document it.” “Yeah ok, maybe, I’ll leave the researching about those things for the librarians, I have my own research to do” Marcia replied, waving her hand dismissively. “The only thing you research are your loud canaries” Ley retorted with a booming laugh. “You son of a…” she began to snarl back when a noise from the doorway cut her off.

But now, I was glad I did, because one way or the other, there was always an atom of truth in myths. “You are talking about…myths?” A scoff left my lips, as I gazed down to stare at my open palms. “They're not myths.” “Come on Arias. Gryms are midnight stories told to young wolvens to scare the crap out of them.” The vein on the side of my neck bulged, and my teeth gritted against each other. It took everything I had to not fling something dangerous at his head. Although, I was sure he'd sidestep it, it was worth a try.

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She kissed his cheeks and said to him, "Okay, let's not sleep but we should talk." She made him lay on the bed and sat next to him. Aaron was trying to talk with her about the party. Myra and I were listening to his every word carefully. "Aree, I have a new story, did I tell you or forgot to tell you?" Myra slapped her head dramatically making Aaron giggle. "Tell me the story, I will tell you whether you told me or not," Aaron suggested while yawning. I also sat on the edge of the bed hearing the story recited by Myra. She was telling a story about Luv And Kush from their holy book 'Ramayana'.

Malorie said as she kept on looking at me doubtfully. “I started to draw a new story where you are an adventurer, her people who saw her growing up have been tormented by the curse of an old sorcerer, Kaleida the warrior set off with her friends to save the world.” While I was telling the small summary, I did an odd one-hand movement to give it a little more theatricality. Confused, she said, “Wait. That’s why the guys at the gym called me that. I didn’t understand anything.” “Come” I said and took her to my desk. Guide her to the room I usually work in. Upon entering, I turned on the light. For a moment, I could see the surprise in her eyes.

I know that sounds a bit childish but after the day I had yesterday I thought I deserved that few seconds of release. I started to wonder last night before bed if the Moon Goddess was punishing me for something I did, but I thought long and hard and couldn’t come up with one thing that would cause her to punish me. I also tried to remember all the stories my mother had told me about the white wolves when I was a child. The stories my mother would tell me seemed more like a fairy tale bedtime story nothing that was a real-life story.