Post Apocalypse Novels Novels & Stories

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. My wolf recognizes him as my mate too. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?

For eighteen years, Xian'na has known only servitude and scorn within the Blue Moon Pack. An orphaned, wolfless maid, she endures the relentless bullying of her tormentor, Jerick, the pack's arrogant future Alpha. Her quiet existence shatters on her 18th birthday when she is hit with the unmistakable scent of a mating bond—to none other than Jerick himself. But his cruelty knows no bounds. Driven by pride and a dismissive judgment of her wolfless status and unknown origins, Jerick rejects her, leaving Xian'na broken and humiliated. Yet, in the depths of that pain, something awakens. The rejection is the catalyst that unleashes the truth of her bloodline: Xian'na is the long-lost daughter of Xi'an, the Alpha of all Alphas and the Queen of all. She is the sister to the most powerful Alphas in the world, and far from being wolfless, she harbors a hidden, powerful Alpha female and a fierce wolf spirit within. As her ancient power erupts, Xian'na transforms from a powerless maid into a force of nature. Now, she must embrace her true heritage and the powerful wolf she kept hidden, not just to survive, but to claim the reign that is rightfully hers. Jerick’s rejection was merely the beginning of her destiny.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

It's my third wedding anniversary with Eanes Lambert. However, he and his childhood sweetheart put on a public display of affection on their social media. "My heart beats for you and you only." I like the post and share it, but the original post is immediately deleted. Later, Eanes calls me to tell me off. "I was just comforting her because she was in a bad mood. Do you have to be so petty? What else can you do other than get jealous of others?" The next second, I receive a photo of him and his childhood sweetheart kissing passionately. She's the one who's sent it to me. In the past, I would've stormed over there to kick up a fuss. Now, however, I merely choose to leave Eanes. I'll let him have what he wants.

Buckle your seatbelts. Grab your weapons. Equip yourself. Get ready to prepare for this writing extravaganza about surviving the Zombie Apocalypse

During the heatwave apocalypse, I didn't die due to the heat, nor did I die in a conflict. My younger sister, Amber Carter, has a "heart of gold" by nature. She couldn't bear to see the people suffering in the apocalypse, so she gave away all the food in our cellar. After we ran out of food, Amber forced me to go look for food outside in the heat. That was how I died—from the heat outside. In this lifetime, I'm going to enjoy my ice-cold watermelon while watching Amber dig her grave with her own hands.

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

The whole world has changed. In the year 2054, the human race is no longer the largest population on earth. The global invasion of a new yet not quite new species has forced the remaining people to hide in fear. Just like the other war survivors, Avery Pierce tries to escape death by hiding from them. But when she reaches seventeen, her life is doomed. She is sold as a slave to an old powerful family. Living in a beautiful mansion, she has to serve her owner, the mistress of the house. Will she be treated as a mere slave or maybe something more?

The world ended the day the shifters revealed themselves. Dragons, wolves and other beasts from legend rose from the ashes of civilization and divided the ruins of the old world into brutal new kingdoms. Humans were spared- but only barely. Stripped of power, pushed into the center territories, and treated as lesser, they became a resource instead of a race. And now they are needed. Seraphina has survived her entire life by being invisible, a shadow, a rumor. Orphaned young, she learned fast that strength meant staying alive -and trust was a luxury she couldn't afford. In a world where humans are bartered and bred to strengthen shifter bloodlines, Seraphina has no intention of becoming anyone's prize. Until the prince of dragons befriends her, dragging her into a world of molten stone, deadly politics and people willing to kill her the knowledge she obtains. To keep her safe, Prince Kaelith takes her to the King's Castle. King Micah, ruler of the Western Skies, is everything that the world fears -merciless, untouchable, and bound by a fate written in fire. Everything that Seraphina has spent her life avoiding. Yet the bond ignites the moment he touches her. Claimed by the most powerful shifter alive, Seraphina's own secret paints an even larger target on her back. As tensions rise between shifter kingdoms and whispers of rebellion spread through the human territories, Seraphina must decide who she is willing to become: a pawn in a broken world, or the queen standing beside the dragon who burn it all down for her. Because fate chose her for a reason. and the world is about to remember what happens when even a dragon falls in love.

When my wife, Rebecca Walsh, misses my chemotherapy session for the 99th time, I come across a post on social media. "I won my lover's heart with a kidney. She will surely love me to death, right?" The attached photo shows a couple kissing on a street in Targon. The woman has a small heart-shaped scar on her neck. What a coincidence—it is exactly the same as Rebecca's. The woman who nearly dies for me falls in love with someone else so easily. The comments below are full of encouragement from strangers. "Man, you're so brave. Wishing you everlasting love." "If I were the woman, I would love you to death." I leave a comment too. "I hope you are together until you are in the depths of hell, you cheating pair. As for me, the husband, I will step aside to make way for you." One minute later, the post disappears. It doesn't matter. I post on my own account. I write, "After I spent three years battling cancer, my wife fell in love with the man who's supposed to be the kidney donor." The attached images are our marriage certificate and the same photo of them kissing from earlier.