Realistic Novels & Stories

I need to at least try and work some magic. On instinct, I move my hands up and down. Slowly, as if feeling the fullness of Pierre's c**k on my hand, letting him feel the friction between my hand and his c**k as I rub him at a teasing pace. And I was doing it for a while until he suddenly groaned, a white cream emerging on the tip of his hard shaft. "Why are you so good at this Justine Elle?" He asked, there was madness in his husky voice yet too consumed with pleasure to even hear the answer.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

Watching Desert tonight was the first time I had seen her properly relax since I had met her, chatting laughing and joking with Sky and Lanna. "Hey beautiful" I say getting under the blanket in our corner of the tent, "Hey, is everything ok?" "Hmmm" "worried?" "No, not really" Desert raises an eyebrow at me making me smile, "Ok yeah, I just want you close to me ok, I can't have you getting hurt" "I won't ill be fine" "Desert, I mean it, we are going to war and not only that, there are rogues amongst us, I want to trust them but at the end of it they are still rogues, so stay close, got it?

I was shocked at his request, to be honest it confused me. If he believed me then why would he want to make a bet, knowing he would risk the chance of being wrong? The idea of a bet wasn’t making any sense to me so I decided to ask him a question instead. “Why do you want to make a bet? If you believe me, which you said you did, why the bet?” I continued to look at his face so I could read his facial expressions. People always gave away so much in non-verbal communication. It had never occurred to me that he might have had an ulterior motive to the bet. I waited for his response quietly not realizing that we were at a stop light.

I joked and we chuckled. "What are we doing the rest of the day?" Marissa asked me. "I'm not sure since I don't have to work. Any ideas?" I asked our friends. "We could go swimming at the river." Vander suggested. "It's too cold." Eve said. "We could go to the mall." Eve suggested but the rest of us were sick of the mall. " A movie?" Finn asked. "There's nothing good playing." I said. "Too bad there isn't a game today." Vander said.

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

Am I unique? HENRY Staring at her playing with the water, I felt a connection. An impalpable one I couldn't fathom. Why do I have to be this attracted to her? Everything she does makes me smile. Slowly, I walked towards her but she didn't even notice. I bent down to her level and I smiled seeing her play with the water happily. She seems so engrossed in it. Subconsciously, I lowered my head and slowly, it moved towards her. I was being controlled as my head moved and soon, my lips were only an inch apart from hers. I leaned down and that's when she turned to me.

I had to admit, my excitement wasn’t well hidden either. “We need to test this out more. You need to control it better.” “How do you propose we do this?” I ask, voice full of skepticism. “Wouldn’t you like to surprise Cecilia with something on Monday? What if you think of something to conjure and give to her?” “Wait.” I say. I have heard previously that with every action, there’s a re-action, meaning, “What if the things I conjure aren’t that real or they disappear?” Axel bends down and investigates the now smashed plate of eggs and bacon.

I picked up the box of plugs and moved into the bathroom. Setting it on the counter, I pulled down my pants - exposing my ass. I picked up the first plug. Lubing it up I caught my reflection in the mirror, fuck I was actually doing this. *Just do it before you overthink it, it's just a job - lots of people do things they hate for a job*. The rationalisation didn't help.

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