Scat Novels & Stories

THE CEO’S ASSISTANT PT 4 Sloane decided the risk was worth taking, and on a Friday evening she had Rhea dress in a simple black dress with nothing underneath except the small plug already seated deep inside her and the thin leather collar locked around her throat. She clipped a short leash to the ring and led her through the discreet side entrance of a private members’ club whose lounge was lit only by low amber lamps and the soft glow of shaded candles. The air smelled of polished wood, expensive perfume, and the faint residual of cigar smoke from some other room. Sloane walked her slowly between the clusters of quiet conversations, the leash held taut enough that Rhea had to stay close, ev

I has watched a lot of movies before, and I was trying to see if I could get a hint to this situation. I looked up at the attorney. “Do you know the date of that night?” I asked. “Of course.” He responded and pulled out some files, he handed it offer me. Using the date of that night, I formed a passcode and input him. A loud scream escaped my lips when the safe opened x “What is thy, Vivi? Are you okay?” Bert who rushed out of the kitchen at that scream asked. I nodded. “I am fine.” I turned to the attorney. “Shall we proceed?”

“Her mom - Camilla - died in a car crash two years ago.” I inhaled sharply. “She wasn’t even supposed to be on that road,” he continued. “Took a shortcut because she was running late. It was storming. The car... it flipped and rolled off the cliff.” He paused, eyes glinting. “They never found her body, Seraphina. Just her necklace. A small, silver butterfly. It was caught in the steering wheel.” “Oh my God...” I breathed, my heart twisting. Cassian blinked hard. “There wasn’t even a funeral. Nothing to bury. I had to explain to a three-year-old that her mom went to heaven and forgot to say goodbye.”

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

This conversation was proving to be quite interesting as he waited patiently for me to respond. I smiled as I placed my hands in my lap and laced my fingers together. It was now my turn to call his bluff. I turned my body slightly towards him and with great confidence I responded. “I didn’t say I think I know what scent it is. I said I know exactly what scent it is.” He smiled at my response but still didn’t believe me. “How can you know,” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders then challenged him further.

- And I love you, Tomcat - an air kiss . A phone call pulls him out from under the warm jets of the shower. And then, as if in a bad dream… Clothes somehow stretched over a wet body, flashing steps, wet asphalt… Running. The fall. Ripped palms. Run again. Some kind of sudden onset deafness - all sounds seem to be through cotton wool ... And at the end of this distance - a shaggy red-haired body with a frozen posthumous grin, stretched out into a string in the dark scarlet moisture flowing and flowing from within, which is mercilessly crushed by frequent drops of cold spring rain ...

"Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?" "I thought I elucidated myself in the text I sent you." Sasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, because that was so helpful. The one you sent this morning was, ÔKilled unknown fledgling. Acquired two wolves. Need clothing for female and male. Bring ASAP.'" "You know how I dislike relaying too much via text. Anyone can read them." "I know, oh paranoid one. Big brother is watching, blah, blah, blah. But seriously, how do you expect me to figure shit out? I mean, look at the one you sent after you got up. ÔGhoul attack. Need book and weapons.'"

Chapter 2 ( Two Days later) " Oh... Yeah... Oh God..." Scarlett moaned as Gerald thrust in and out of her at an incredible pace. Her eyes clamped shut and sweat dripping from her forehead, it was obvious she was enjoying it. Way too much. " Oh God... I'm coming... I'm cumm..." she didn't get to finish her sentence as she groaned aloud, her body spasming, jerking uncontrollably. Gerald continued for a few more moments and pulled out just in time to have his release on the bed. Scarlett lay slumped on the bed, unduly satisfied. Staring at Gerald with lazy eyes, her face broke in to a grin.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

I ran right into a big exhibit, knocking it over, and heard it shatter. But I couldn’t control myself. I was spinning, out of control, and I was going to destroy everything in this room. Caleb appeared beside me, grabbing her firmly. “Caitlin,” he said firmly, “Caitlin, listen to me!” He grabbed me by the shoulders with all his might, but he was barely able to contain me. “You are going to be all right. It’s just the feeding pangs. Do you hear me? It’s going to be all right. You just need to feed. We need to get you out of here,” he enunciated slowly. “Now!”