Neon Gods Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

The black platform, where the Black Sword is stabbed into— it was right behind them. "H-Hey…!? Someone get the infirmary…!!!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, thanks to author ChubbyLiv (who was kind enough to create a Discord channel for me), you can join Discord to come and have a chat or discussion about my work at my channel! I might be kind enough to give a spoiler or two, or you could encourage me to release more chapters. Link: https://discord.gg/nVanByme I'm not really good with Discord, but if you have any suggestions to make that Discord server a better place, feel free to write them out at the chat.

The Sons had expected an immediate renewal of the governmental system but the perished political gods were only replaced by new but no better gods. Neo Manila and the Colony were still the same. Perhaps killing the gods wasn't the answer all along, and another form of redress needed to be done. To be concluded… Epilogue General Douglas MacArthur wakes up. He rises from his cot, sits down, and relights his corncob pipe. He inhales deeply, then exhales a long cloud of tobacco smoke.

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

SPECIAL CHAPTER NINE: NEAL GALDINA AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative. I was fading fast. The pain ripped through my body with every strained breath. Dimitri and Camille's voices rang out, desperate for me to hang on, to stay awake. But the darkness closed in, blurring their panicked faces. Was this it? Was I about to find out what the big mystery was all about? I'd always figured myself for hell after what my ancestors did - that whole thing with killing off the Mad God's lover. Tough break, but what could you do?

Alpha of Gods Harmony Moon Series Book 3 A Steamy Werewolf / Dragon / Hybrid Romance Novel Ms. Sophia Chapter 1: Who is He? Ryder My pulse was racing, my breathing was rapid, but I could do this all day. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore. I ducked as a fist aiming for my face barely grazed the side of my head. That’s only because I am becoming bored with all of this, he wouldn’t have touched me otherwise.

Her namesake, the goddess of Death and Destruction, fit perfectly. “Come,” she said, in her smooth, seductive, cherubic voice, to their spy. Nicholas Clurife heard her leading him into the recesses of the room and felt the soft shimmer run through his body that he felt every time she traveled through the absolute darkness. As he continued to stare into the massive, black marble fireplace, he allowed his thoughts to run free.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

What will happen when the one they control becomes the one they can’t control? Get ready for chapter 10

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.