Por N Stories Novels & Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

The female doctor said in delight and hugged her. "Natalie, I am here to ask you for a favor." Julie said dropping Amanda on couch. Natalie looked at Amanda and frowned. "What happened to her? Did someone attacked her?" Natalie asked looking at her torn clothes "Nathalie five men raped my daughter before my eyes and I was helpless. I can't save her." Julie broke into tears. Natalie gasped and looked at Amanda with pity. She was unable to speak anything. She only hugged Julie and comfort her.

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.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Calling for his pet to lay down. “Sisters, kneel before me.” Shaking and unsteady girls did as told, “Lorelai, you can go to your room, I’m indebted to you, and I give you the chance to live as you did.” The princess hurried out of the room. ” Now, Karina, you are sold as a concubine to the King of Abergor, his boys are here to escort you.” “What? You can’t do that!” she screamed as the two half-naked barbarians approached and chained her.

Joan let out a surprised yelp, her hands coming up to steady Claire, but Claire didn't let go. She pressed her face into Joan’s chest, her mouth finding a nipple, sucking it hard, pulling at the skin with a hunger that caught Joan completely off guard. "Claire, stop! What…" Joan started, but the protest died in her throat. "Touch me," Claire gasped, her voice trembling, no longer the shy, quiet sister. "Please, Joan. I need you to touch me." Claire jammed Joan’s fingers between her legs, grinding her clit against the older nun's knuckles, forcing the contact. Joan’s eyes widened, her initial shock turning into a slow, dark spark of realization. She felt the heat, the absolute desperation rad

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.