Realistic Novels & Stories

Melissa pressed. Her exaggerated tone amused me, but I deliberately put on a serious face. "Hero? I think you're just trying to take advantage of me," I said. She pretended to think for a moment, then said with mock seriousness, "Let me see… How about you cook me one meal every day until school starts?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Dream on. Besides, my cooking is pretty mediocre, you know." Melissa looked at me with a grin. "That's fine. I'm not picky. Plus, even if your food tastes terrible, I'll eat every last bite."

This is free, this is unjustified and it has to end, but NOW! I notice how time seems to slow down and I see everything as if in slow motion. I hear my mother screams from afar ISABELLA!!!! A brown wolf runs right at my neck. I raise my paw, with a lost look and I wish to break his neck, like someone breaking a dry branch, to which my wish is translated as reality. I notice that I can manipulate the elements at will. The anger I feel materializes in the weather. Gray clouds threaten our heads with desires for a storm and I long for the hurricane winds to wash away all the destruction that my eyes observe. The fire begins to settle, while the rain dances over our heads.

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.

so close? ********

he asked, his voice as cold as ice, "Why hasn't she come to yet?" Unnerved by that piercing glare, the doctor hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Medically, there's nothing wrong with her. If I had to guess, well… it could be an emotional response? Or perhaps she's just… taking a nap?" "Taking a nap?" Joseph echoed derisively, clearly annoyed. "Are you saying she's faking it?" Sensing danger, the doctor waved both hands nervously. "No, no, no! I'm not suggesting anything of the sort! It's just that, as far as conventional medical knowledge goes… there's nothing at all wrong with Miss Charlotte Lane."

The space was quiet, he could start work at any time, but he didn't have any interest or motivation to start, so he gave up. Daisy didn't know or care what she looked like in the eyes of Dean and others. She was no longer a dreamy little girl but a mature, realistic woman, responsible for herself. Before doing anything, you must consider many aspects of an issue so that if she fails, it will not involve others.

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!]

Holy shit. ​

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga