Scat Novels & Stories

he shrugged. “Why?” she asked annoyed by her excessive nosiness. “Well...... I'm not sure if you will understand but when I hold a paper the words don't seem to focus...and I have to work harder in placing them"he shrugged. "Have you considered getting a spectacle?"she asked.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

We became quick friends, she helped me find anything I needed the first couple weeks. Scarlet requested to have a “sleep-over” in the guest house a few nights. They just happened to be the nights I was feeling my worst. In a way, I felt like she knew and just wanted to try to help. I enjoyed her company while we ate ice-cream watching animated movies. Sarah is 4 and her father’s daughter. She is always constructing different aircrafts for her to fly saying one day she will be lead engineer, building a space craft. She also intends to fly it into space, against her mother’s wishes.

“That was fast.” “Mom sent me,” I swallow, my heart racing already. “I told her I wanted to get a back tattoo, nothing big, just three butterflies of different sizes lined up in flight and beside each I want the last two digits of mine, London, and Blair’s birth year written. So that's nine five, zero two, and zero six..” He nods once, eyes drifting down my body for a second before flicking back to my face. “Alright, follow me out back, let’s get you set up.”

I crossed my hands in front of me and hid the traces of cum spread on down my fingers and skirt. But when I raised my head, the softest eyes I'd seen in a long time looked back at me. “R… Ryan?” I muttered

“This isn’t funny. She’s our stepsister. Our mate. I’m not sitting here while she’s in trouble.” I hung up before they could argue more. Screw them. I wasn’t waiting. I rode straight to the nearest traffic camera spot I knew about and started checking every feed I could hack into with my phone. Stopped at one intersection, scanned the next, followed the scent I still remembered from her .... sweet peaches and rain, faint but there. It took forever, looping back twice, checking alley cams, asking random people if they saw a black van.

A sound outside the car. I froze. Someone was there. I began screaming and kicking the door. “Help!” I kicked the seat in front of me. The two men didn't react. They were completely unconscious. I kicked again. Nothing. Then a shadow appeared beyond the glass. A figure was swimming toward me. I couldn't make out his face. “Please!” I screamed. The figure moved closer. He raised his arm. Then— BANG! I squeezed my eyes shut. The side window shattered.

Then—screech. A shrill noise of skidding tires. I turned my head. An unkempt black SUV surged backward from its position, shaking like a beast in chaotic fury. The driver's head sagged agonizingly against the rolled-down window, a half-empty bottle glimmering in his impotent hand. I could feel my blood freeze. He is drunk. The headlights lit my way as they appraised me; the SUV roared backward, too fast, too close. I was frozen to the spot, fear cementing my feet to the ground.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 24✨ . . 🔞🔞The scene below is rated. So if you hate it, don't read it. Just skip it🔞🔞 . 🌹Natasha🌹

22: GLITCH NOW COLORADO, TE. Zach walked past hastily to his motel room before locking the door, and calling for her- ‘ire- katharina. katharina’ He yearned. He paced around the room for a few seconds before dropping to the ground, his back against the door. He had heard her voice but not anymore. And as much as he won’t admit- -that scared the shit out of him. ~ He held his fork in his hand, an unsavory look in his eyes as he stared to the barely hot chicken they had gotten from the store.