Pza Stories Novels & Stories

The two were from the noble families of the kingdom of Borney, therefore in contention to mate the princess. Their families led the search for the missing princess. They instigated the love wars of the islands, and with suspicion they watched their backs to see who could betray the other between themselves. The other nobles had given up on her. Apparently, they accused her of letting down the traditions of the land when she needed to uphold them. They felt insulted for falling for the mysterious stranger instead of them. Princess Zuba was now in the strong arms of a werewolf stranger. “Hold on; come here”, said Jason, holding her tight. He bit her side neck with his fangs and hugged her a co

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

**Eliana Pov** I never knew sharing my story would make me feel less burden. But it actually did. I should have done this sooner. It was harder when I was talking to Zia about my past life. But now that I am letting Jace in on it, it's weight in my heart is lifted. Jace gave me all of his attention. Talking to him about it is the only mission I have at heart. There is a reason for that. When I am done with feeling him in, then the reason will follow.

The reality of what had just happened began to sink in, bringing with it a wave of conflicting emotions. As I turned back to the mirror, something caught my eye. There, on the floor where we had stood, lay a small foil packet. Untorn. Unused. My heart stopped. With shaking hands, I picked up the condom, shoving it into my purse. Evidence of my recklessness, of a moment that had spiraled far beyond my control. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered, smoothing down my dress and trying to tame my wild hair. I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. One problem at a time, Emilia. First, find Mary. Then... well, I'd figure out the rest later.

“Come while you’re stuffed full of my cum. Do it.” The order shatters me. I grind down hard, clit rubbing against his pubic bone, and explode around him. My cunt convulses, squeezing him rhythmically as I scream. He thrusts up to meet me, fucking through my orgasm until he follows, spilling another hot load deep inside me. I collapse forward onto his chest, shaking, spent, dripping everywhere. He strokes my back almost gently then grips my hair and pulls my head back so I have to look at him. “Session’s not over, Zara,” he whispers. “I’m going to keep using this body until you can’t take anymore. And then I’m going to push you further.”

“He said goodism! Good Lord!” Fola scowled at them all. “It's not like we're serial killers or anything.” Still smiling, Gabe walked to Jaz, a basket of crossiants in his hand. “Crossiant?” Because she wanted something to do with her hands, she smiled and reached for one. “Sure. Thank you.” **** “I want my money's worth from you, you know.” Gabe sidestepped her warily and went to the side of the bed. He saw what was laid out on it and startled back a little.

Zara lowered the phone slowly, her grip tightening just enough to make her knuckles pale. The story was already out there. Not hers. His. And she had walked into it late.

After sometime they collapsed on the sofa panting. “I am happy for you darling” Zara hugged Paula and closed her eyes swallowing her sadness. “and I want you to be happy baby” Paula kissed Zara’s forehead and drank mouthful of water “I still can’t believe you lost your first kiss and virginity to someone who you can never have” Paula still can’t process Zara’s words. She sometimes asks Zara whether it’s a dream or real. Zara pushed her down to the ground frustrated.

Somewhere else, Zara was washing blood from a wrist and thinking she’d won for the night. I lay back and stared at the ceiling. I imagined the headline tomorrow: ANOTHER ATTACK AT BLACK ESTATE. I imagined the week after: WIFE FLEES FOR SAFETY. I imagined the month after: DEVOTED FATHER STANDS BY MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. Stories are just bricks. You stack them high enough and they become a wall. Walls make homes. Homes keep men. I closed my eyes and smiled. Tomorrow, we push harder. Zara’s POV

Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”