Percabeth Stories Novels & Stories

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Prince Caspian said. Peah nod. Even her find it weird. "Yeah... That's the only story that I wrote because of my Chapter dreams. Every day I sleep and woke up remember everything. I dream about it for a months. It feels so real but unreal." Peach is in daze while thinking about it. "That story isn't that nice. I thought you're gonna make a happy ending story but I was wrong. Because the man didn't choose her in the end." Woah. Prince Caspian is really read it huh.

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧ My best friends and football buddies are Ben Carter and Lionel Baker. Lionel is the one Percy had given a beaten, I’d been dating his sister up until a few weeks ago when she dumped me. I’m still pissed about that. I invited them to spend the night. Giving them a warning that Percival was around, which Lionel was quick to say he’d be bringing a weapon.

My pussy throbs in anticipating, clenching and gripping his cock. He whispered that I should stop it, but I didn’t. Then he groaned, cupped my jaw and attacked my lips with hot kisses. He then started moving, each of his thrust was deep, reaching my g-spot multiple times. He was so fast, not minding anymore if his wife wakes up. The bed was already creaking as if it would break because of Caleb. Caleb rolled over until it’s me who’s in top. It only means he was already cumming.

Flat. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d come to America to write love stories, to become C.A. Noite, the name that sounded mysterious and romantic, the one I thought would one day be printed on book covers in bold, swoony fonts. But right now, C.A. Noite felt like a fraud.