Prompts Novels & Stories

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.

All those questions wouldn't stop haunting me, no matter how much I try to get answers to them. My phone suddenly beeps, pulling me out of my train of thought, and I reach out for it. 'Do you want to spend the night with me, baby?' a message from Alpha Kai pops on the screen of my phone, and I roll my eyes. 'Don't say no, I'm missing you. Come out for a while, sweetheart. I really want to see you' I'm still yet to reply to the message when another one pop on the screen, and I can't help the smile that laces up my lips.

a young girl informs me. I take a knee, place my hand on her arm, and smile. "Never forget you can do anything you want if you set your mind to it." I write, "Never stop dreaming" add my prerequisite, "Play like a girl," and sign my name on the back of her shirt. I'm sweaty and dirty, my teeth are gritty, and I don't care.

he said smiling. "You said that already," Li said, rolling her eyes. "Tyler, here, has been sent by the European Committee of Lycanthropes to assist us in preparing for the Centennial. Isn't that nice?" Adam asked, faking sincerity. Tyler gave me an awkward, tight-lipped smile as Adam said this. "What do you do?" I asked. "Um... I just-like, you know, help set up decorations and... stuff," he stuttered, laughing nervously.

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Almost immediately, she slid into my DMs: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm not trying to break up your marriage. I just want to have this child. Life is precious.] Wow. She couldn't wait to tell me she was pregnant, like she was doing charity work or something. I left her on read. A few minutes later, she messaged again: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm telling the truth!] By then, I'd already saved all her posts and photos. Screenshots on lock. Finally, I replied: [What are you saying? You're pregnant? It's Neil's?]

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

“This promotion is going to cost you, Sophia. Every promotion after this will cost you more. Are you sure you’re ready to pay?” His fingers pushed my panties aside and two thick digits slid inside me without warning. I gasped sharply, gripping his shoulders as he started pumping them deep and slow, curling them so perfectly it made my toes curl. “Answer me,” he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me. “Yes,” I moaned, shame and pleasure twisting together. “I’m ready.” Elias smiled… cold, satisfied, and terrifying. “Good. Now, how do you intend to show me exactly how grateful you can be.”

I changed into a sweater top and sweat pants. I ate at the kitchen island, fork moving mechanically, mind still in that room. After, I carried my phone to the living-room couch, curled into the corner, legs tucked under me. I opened the camera roll. Those quick, guilty snaps from the cabinet stared back at me. Hesitantly, I opened the browser. Results loaded instantly of B.utt plugs, d*ldos, vibrators and Anall beads. Lube in different viscosities and flavors. I scrolled faster, eyes widening and gasps growing on every result.

Bottles of scented oils and a tray of soft feathers waited on a side stand. “Tonight we chart the Surface Routes,” he said, voice calm and precise. “Full body topography. Warm oils to heighten sensitivity, feathers for light stimulation. You will narrate the intensity and location of every sensation as I map the pleasure highways. Lie on your back, arms above your head.” I removed the coat and lay down naked on the leather surface. Lucian secured my wrists in soft padded cuffs attached to the top of the table, then gently spread my legs and secured my ankles, leaving me open and exposed under the warm lights.