Read Through Novels & Stories

Jerking through every wave while my pussy gushed and clenched and gushed again! A second wave followed the first before the first had finished and my whole body shook on the toilet rim. "Yesss guurrll," Sasha panted on screen. Her own orgasm ripping through her. "Fist through it. Don't you dare pull out. Keep jamming. Feel every single wave." That was exactly what I did. My fist kept moving. My clit kept getting worked. The toilet bowl kept receiving evidence. My arm was burning and I did not stop until the last aftershock rolled through me. Leaving me hollow and wrecked while I breathed like I’d run a full sprint through the hallway.

Jerry's medical report. My hands suddenly became cold. This was the proof Ryan had asked me to find. I began reading. At first, I didn't understand what I was looking at. Then I reached the section concerning his fertility. My eyes widened. I read the line again and again. My heart began pounding violently. “No…” I covered my mouth. A gasp escaped me. Jerry had lied to me. All these years…

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Chapter 4 Bella I’d been raped. He hit me, forced me down and raped me. I can’t believe this happened. I can’t breathe. I feel like the whole world is spinning around so fast and I can’t move. I feel sick. My life is over, nobody will want me now. He took it, he took my virginity. Why is everything spinning? I could hear someone calling my name, it sounded faded, like a ghost. How can a ghost be calling my name? Am I dead? “Bella!” I heard them call again. Who is calling me? Why does it sound so far away? I can hear engines, lots of them. Not car engines, motorbike engines. I don’t know anyone with a bike. Do I? I’m confused. Lots of lights flashing around me now. It’s dark outside and now I

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My heart began beating fast as he shuffled through the papers in his hands. “If I call your name, step up here and come and get your papers from me.” One by one, he began calling their names and they all went up to him to receive their papers. Some of them looked happy while the others looked sad and down. He continued calling names, and soon the papers in his hand was finished. My heart beat wildly. Where was my paper? Why wasn't my name called? Had I failed so woefully that my paper could not be returned due to pity and shame for me?

And Josh could feel fireworks-like explosions suddenly filling his head when he read what was written on it. Starting from reading quickly, he repeated it again from the very first page by reading earnestly and carefully. After finishing reading the last page, Josh went back to the beginning and re-read the entire chapter of the document with full concentration and focus that he increasingly poured as much as possible. It was as if he wanted to make sure that what his eyes caught was not just a hallucination. At the same time, he also did not want to miss a single word that he might be able to use as a weapon of his luck.

X and then signed him to speak. Mr. X take out his small writing pad from his pocket and started writing something on the paper while Jerika looked at him in confusion. After finishing writing, Mr. X took out the paper by tearing it and then placed it on glass of the window using his palm for Jerika to see. Jerika had not put on the lights and hence it was difficult for her to see what was written on the paper so she moved further and when she looked at those words, her heart skipped a beat. It was written that,

POV: Lyra She read Riven's letter twice. She read it the first time with the analytical attention she brought to all correspondence, parsing the structure and the implication and the specific word choices, and then she read it again with the different kind of attention she was learning to bring to things he wrote, the attention that listened for what was underneath the structure, and she found, both times, that it said exactly what it said and nothing more and nothing less and that the simplicity of it was the point.

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