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my voice came out as a roar, enough to slice through the curling pheromone and send jolts of shock through the soldiers’ body. They jerked, slowly catching on to what they were doing. They simultaneously turned and saw me, before they sprung to their feet, fear registering on their faces. “Who gave you the permission to touch her?” I asked, and took a step forward. They all bowed their heads, shaking violently. The scent hit me again, stronger this time, as if targeting me alone. If this continued, I didn't know how long till I succumbed. I needed to get her to the witch doctor.

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

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There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

He says calmly. “You’ve really planned this thoroughly huh?” “Yes,” he replies stiffly. I understood that our stocks have truly been plummeting slowly and we are on the verge of releasing our new scent ‘Noir classique’. I guess that’s why my uncle seems to be so bothered about the sales. We’ve also had some problems with the press recently, anonymous people have been sending complaints to the media that our perfumes are causing skin reactions. It’s currently being investigated, but it has really put us in a tight spot.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

asked Brian "Am not afraid of death ,I have escaped death 12times,"said Lisa Brian chuckled softly. "Now tell me ,how you were going to handle that ,If I didn't show up?,"asked Brian "First take me to the garden,I have to pick a beautiful flower for a beautiful girl. I will tell you on the way,"said Lisa "If you gonna tell me than it's fine,"said Brian smiling, someone who hardly smile but smiling. They continued their way to the garden.