Poop Fiction Novels & Stories

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Well, even though if there is really a person who can read what was going on his mind, he will dismissed it straightforwardly and lie into it and swear that even if a poop pop out of nowhere out from his butt, he was really not lying. Well, this is not a joking swear at all as many people had already experience having poop popping out from their butt, especially in public places in which all the crowds was crowding in is, which was really a shame for the person having to experience it. Jus who was quietly watching and had accidentally what was on President Knox mind curled up his lips upwards a little then suppressed it with difficulty as some mischievous light flash through his eyes and di

Roth mindlessly voiced the question at the top of his head, “Doesn’t it get messy? You know, with the anal hole and all.” Craig seemed very enthusiastic, as opposed to embarrassed at the question, “Yes, we are talking about the poop hole, so of course. It isn't an inevitability, but it's certainly a possibility, and that's OK.” Roth raised an eyebrow at that, now inattentive to Tristan, because his genuine curiosity was intrigued.

But not for more. "Arghh!!" Instantly she was sitting on the ground trying to control her own body. The sword was long forgotten. The problem is everything about me contains poison, even if I hypnotise someone, it sends poisons into his body. Maybe because of being a shifter wolf, it took a certain time more to affect her. Poor girl! The toxicity went to her veins for a long time. "What's happening?" She was looking at me with horror. As if I am telling you!

Rotten vegetable leaves and leftover scraps spilled together, emitting a pungent, sour stench. I crouched down against the wall. Recalling Dad's question, my tears cascaded down my cheeks. I wanted to ask them that too. Why on earth was I even born? Why was I thrown away like garbage for 18 years? My tears dried up, leaving my eyes swollen and throbbing with pain. Reeking of the stench of swill from head to toe, I stood up and prepared to leave. Before I could even take a step, the door behind me was suddenly flung open. Mom stood at the back entrance, her features twisted with rage.

If Lauren had faked her death for insurance money, then in my past life, she might have done the same. Nathan told me that Lauren was behind the poisoning of Andrew and Sally. I was stunned. "How is that possible?" Nothing was impossible. That fishing trip had been Lauren's carefully planned strategy for faking her death. To ensure she had witnesses, she invited several of her friends. But those friends invited Dylan. Dylan had once been a swimming champion and was incredibly attentive to Lauren. Fearing that he would ruin her plan, she decided to poison his parents. She laced the poison in food that was delivered and sent it to Andrew and Sally, claiming that Dylan had ordered it.

C H A P T E R 5 : M R F I C T I O N Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase, by incorporating extraneous features. — Primo Levi ~ No matter how hard I tried, I could not find it. The frame is still empty, and the picture is gone. I bring the cup of tea close to my lips and take a sip.

Chloe_awesome_scott (Chloe) What is it, Soph? Are you okay? I_pooped No! I need you guys! Yes_you_suck (Mia) Istg, if this is a joke; you are a dead meat, Sophia. Chloe_awesome_scott Are you okay though, Soph? Is something wrong? I_ pooped Um...yeah, something is very wrong. Cereal_killer Spill. What is it? I_pooped I am bored. Chloe_awesome_scott ... Yes_you_suck You can consider yourself dead.

Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face. "You think my mother would risk her life just to say bad things about you? You think everyone's as fake and manipulative as you? "Tell me, Jessy—has anything you ever said that was true?" Jessy collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Christopher I take a look at the series of weapons that rest in front of me on the table. These are from the fresh arrival that we got two days back. Yesterday I got a call from Richard telling me to inspect the stock that has arrived. He even suggested that If I like any of them, then I can keep it. Hence, I find myself here examining the guns at the storehouse of a deserted tyre factory. I look around for a while, the sight of the storehouse is really hideous. Stale smoky air dangles in the room, along with the smell of drab abraded leather of the discarded tyres that lie at random spots on the ground. Don't ask me how do we always get some shady place to carry out our work. After all, we