Sam Hensley Novels & Stories

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

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His pre-cum dripping over my core, confirming his want for this. “Now, the more you resist, the harder I’ll be…” he whispered, pushing his cock’s head inside me. My back arched at the discomforting feeling of being stretched. He didn’t give me time to process or respond to what he said before he pushed himself completely inside me, stretching me, ripping my hymen as he did. My eyes widened in surprise as I let out a scream of pain, pulling on the restraint that held me in place “therefore, I suggest, malyshka, that you submit…”

I can also mind link with Nasir now too. Desmond’s eyes went wide. “How do you continue to surprise me? I thought I was done being surprised. I thought nothing could anymore. Yet here you are.” I chuckled but my smile fell as I asked my question. “What is going to happen with Helena?” He sighed and pressed his lips to my forehead. “She’s been in the cell in the pack house. I already killed the doctor. I don’t know what to do with her. I can’t kill her, not until we try and release Eli from her bond.”

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

“This project will consist of partners. I’ll be assigning the partner you’ll work with and I don't want any complaints, am I understood?” The teacher also known as Henry addressed to the class. A chorus of yes’s were heard. I took a side glance at Zachariah who was busy writing something on his notebook. He looked extra handsome today. He wore a pair of beige dress-pants and a white collared shirt which was folded up to his elbows. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Three rings rested on both of his hands and a black beaded charm bracelet.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Knowing Sam, Chester gave him a warning look. Sam immediately raised his hands in surrender, his expression turning into one of helplessness. He had been skeptical of the rumors, but his doubt was dispelled after seeing it with his own eyes. It was obvious that Chester had fallen. Another henpecked husband would soon join their ranks. "Hello, I'm Giselle," Giselle greeted confidently. A flicker of admiration crossed Sam's eyes. "I'm Sam, Harry's third brother. Thank you for looking after my little brother. I'll treat you to a meal someday." Sam was always enthusiastic toward the people he respected.