Novel 18 Se 2018 Novels & Stories

One thick glob lands at the base of her throat. “Jesus,” mutters Sean, clambering off the bed to get clear. You milk out the last drops and flick them downward onto her shaved mound. Karen reaches down and runs her fingers through your semen, then moves on to gently rub her pussy with her gooey fingertips. “Thank you, Jon. Thank you so much,” she whispers. You look down at Karen’s beautiful nude body, artfully decorated with the previous contents of your balls. “Don’t mention it,” you reply.

Meadow’s POV: My heart stuttered, and I looked away from him. “Hi, Alaric,” Nova said to him. “Looks like you’ve been busy.” Alaric let out an amused breath. “Hardly.” I didn’t say anything, do anything except stare down at the envelope. This was too much. Way too much for someone like me even if it wasn’t a show of affection. Nova leaned in to whisper. “I think I’m gonna go, Meds. Will you be okay?”

PART II Renaissance September, 1876—April, 1877 CHAPTER SEVEN The Noble Hatter Humphries Following the Nightfall, a series of pamphlets known as The Immortalist Papers were circulated throughout England under Queen Isabelle’s orders. This first pamphlet was published on September 26th, 1876, only days after the Nightfall began: On the Necessity of the Nightfall, by Rupert Walters For centuries, immortals have anticipated an age where they would need not fear the sun. That time has finally arrived.

But he wasn’t. After moments of thick silence, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know. “Is it real?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. After a long silence, Aiden finally turned. And slowly, he nodded. Caitlin couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He was confirming her reality. This book. It was real. Everything was real. “But how is that possible?” Caitlin asked, her voice rising. “It talks about the most fantastical things. Vampires. Mythical swords. Shields. Antidotes. It’s thousands of years old—and it’s all in my handwriting. None of it makes any sense.”

Cain scooped me up, held me tight to his chest and walked us out of the house. The other men followed as we got in the back of one of the black SUVs, all the while I am cradled in Cain’s arms. He instructed the men to head back to the ‘mansion’ and the car pulled away followed by two others. Once at the house Cain carefully took us inside. The house seemed different, but I couldn’t seem to focus on any coherent thoughts. My mind revisited the image of Sean’s split open throat over and over again. The more I told myself to stop thinking about it, the more I saw it. The blood on my body had started to dry and I could not recall ever feeling so uncomfortable in my life.

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Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out. After all, the base shuttle was the only transportation out of this place. Luckily, I caught the final bus of the day. After boarding, I casually pulled out my work card and tapped it against the scanner. The machine immediately flashed an alert. 'Invalid card. Please scan again.' My heart skipped. I hurriedly tried a second time. Still invalid. The driver shot me an impatient look. "Are you leaving or not? If your card doesn't work, get off already. Stop holding everyone else up."

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper, my fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. “Yes.’’ I admitted softly, unable to hold his gaze for more than a second. “Derek is my husband.” Nate let out a low, dark chuckle under his breath, shaking his head as he stepped right into my personal space, towering over me just like he had in that bedroom. The sudden shift from defeated writer back to dominant predator sent an immediate, violent shiver straight down my spine. “No wonder you fucked someone else.’’ he murmured, his voice dropping into that filthy, intimate whisper that made my blood run hot.

"I received the severance decree, Jose. You truly mean to sever our mate bond?" Timing-wise, the decrees should have reached both him and Shawn by now. I looked towards the horizon, where the Tidalwrath Sea would be. By now, Joanne and I should have been sharing moon tea, or perhaps exploring some distant territory under a foreign moon. Instead, I was trapped in Snowclaw territory, chasing shadows. My voice was a soft whisper carried by the wind. "Edwin, sign it, then unmark me. Let's free each other."