Pulp Novels & Stories

I can see his chest moving. Reece pushes past me and crouches beside him immediately. Check his pulse with two fingers. Lifts one eyelid and examines the pupil. Tilts his head and looks at his mouth. "Same compound," he says quietly. "Powder form, most likely. Mixed into food or drink. He'll wake up in a few hours with nothing but a headache and no memory of the last four." Four hours. They've had four hours. I look at the door to Kael's room.

He held my head in both hands now, using my mouth like a toy, pounding into my throat with rough, punishing strokes. "Fuck— gonna cum down your throat," he snarled. His rhythm turned erratic. His thighs trembled. With a deep, animalistic groan he slammed all the way in and held me there, nose buried against him as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my throat. I choked hard, swallowing convulsively around his pulsing cock, milking every drop while tears ran down my cheeks. Even after he finished, he kept his cock in my mouth for a few more seconds, shallowly fucking my cum-slick lips and tongue, making sure I tasted every last bit.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

Bull went to his table and took a black file from the table before pulling out a paper from inside the file. "Fill in your essentials", he said to Kaylee and smiled before walking back to his seat Kaylee wrote down all that was needed: her age, name, former school, birth date, and other essential things. Mr. Bull collected the paper from her after she was done and walked her out of his office They walked for a while before they reached a brown door. The brown door had a rectangular glass box at the top in which you could see the content of the room from outside. Mr. Bull walked into the class and everyone raised their head to look at who had caused an interruption to their biology class whic

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

The tumor was still mimicking a pulsating heart. ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump. Each tentacle was like a branch of a tree, and beasts were growing and falling out of them. He latched on to one of the tentacles and started climbing it. The moment he touched the tentacle, he felt disgusted, as if somebody had released tear gas on him; the tentacles were oozing out a weird aura which made Creed's eyes teary and his mind fatigued.

I gasped from the rough sensation. Panty Ripper! I was just about protest when he put his shaft inside my core and started moving himself. “Ah!” I shouted, my head fell back on the sofa. I felt his grip tighten on my way as he continued to thrust in and out. I can feel him punishing me from each movement he does. “Ah, fuck! Slow down, Daevon!” I said mixed in pain and pleasure. “It’s not going to happen,” he uttered before doing it a lot rougher.

Aesthelia stated with seriousness, she is determined to know. Flo started telling Aesthelia basic information about the guy. Apparently, the guy was a werewolf merchant who travelled from places to places. He was detained for the purpose of spreading false information and selling an odd book, a quite ridiculous story that made one wolf file for cases. "An odd book, you say?" Aesthelia repeated the words that caught her attention. An odd book? Just the sound of it made Aesthelia think it was important information. "Based on the rumors, it was a ridiculous novel-the truth is, it was vague about whether it was fiction or non-fiction. " Flo mumbled with no certainty. He's spouting everything he