Pun Books Novels & Stories

Because inside— God. Wasn't just her sketchbook. Fair. There were dozens of things. Reasonable honestly. Dozens. God. Hair clips. Fair. Toys. Reasonable. Books. God. Shells. Fair. Spoons. Reasonable honestly. An entire collection. God. Peanut's Collection. Fair. Version 2. Reasonable. The upgraded edition. God. Then Lily spotted her sketchbook. Fair. Perfectly safe. Reasonable. Completely untouched.

I've never seen something like this, honestly. "You brought in your nephew, raised him like your son, and treated your real son like an orphan. Unbelievable. His dad borrowed 200 thousand from us when he wanted to buy a house. Because of that, Juliana and I almost couldn't pay our tuition fees. "Did you forget about that? Oh, right, and that money still hasn't been repaid. But instead, you kept pouring more into raising their son. Also, you knew it was my birthday but ignored my wishes and gave my gifts to him instead.

Zann was braiding my hair, holding a piece of candy, smiling warmly as he said, “Neve, when I grow up, I’ll build you a castle and make you the happiest princess.” Trembling, I mustered my last ounce of strength. With bloodstained fingers, I slid across the screen to send my last message. [Zann, I’m not waiting anymore. My life repays you and Wanda. Bury me with my parents.] Each word drained every ounce of energy from my body, as if pouring all the grievances, agony, and despair of the past year into that brief message. When the message was sent, every shred of burden was lifted. I closed my eyes, utterly drained.

Mary cut in, raising an eyebrow. "Em, when's the last time you did anything fun?" I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died on my lips. When was the last time? Between the endless reports, the late nights, and the constant pressure to prove myself in a sea of male engineers, fun had become a foreign concept. "That's what I thought," Mary said, her voice softening. "Come on, there's this new club opening tonight. Club Enigma. Very exclusive, very mysterious. I managed to snag us some tickets."

Trusted Miss B to have out done herself by calling everyone in the sports journalism field. “Liam Kane here. And you must all have different questions for me regarding the news that was dropped about me a couple of hours back. I'll have you know that there is no iota of truth in the news. Since I started the league, hell, since I knew the meaning of what drug was, I have never touched one.” I was expecting someone to come at me for that but there was nothing. It must be courtesy for me since they must have thought I was reading a speech but I was not.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

My knees buckled, and the world faded to black. … I was lost in a long, fevered dream. In it, I was a child again—always hungry, always cold, buried in the kind of poverty that stains your soul. I remembered one time, my mother had saved for weeks from her seamstress work to buy me a single, hot chicken drumstick. "Eat it, Susan. While it's still warm," she'd said, her voice soft with a love she couldn't otherwise show. I'd reached for it, my small hands trembling with anticipation. But before I could take a bite, the door crashed open. Debt collectors—my father had gambled away money we didn't have again.

The back room of the adult bookstore reeked of bleach, sweat, and sin. Perfect. I stepped into the narrow booth, the one with the hole cut clean through the wall, waist-high, edges worn smooth from too many cocks before mine. I locked the door, dropped a twenty in the slot, and the screen lit with p**n I wasn’t really watching. My focus was on the wall. The hole stayed dark for a long minute, my dick already heavy in my jeans, straining against the zipper. I unzipped, wrapped a hand around my cock, and stroked slow and lazy, teasing pulls that left it slick and hard in my fist.