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He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

Forever. End of book 36

I knew it wasn't human, the shape was all wrong — too fluid with too many limbs shifting in the darkness. I fought harder against the invisible bonds, but they only tightened. My clothes started to fade away, dissolving into nothing until I was completely naked on the dusty mattress. The cool air hit my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly. My pussy was already wet. I hated how my body was reacting. The figure leaned closer and I felt something slither across my stomach, leaving a trail of slick fluid that made my skin tingle. Another wrapped around my left thigh, squeezing hard. A third curled around my right breast, the suckers latching onto my nipple and pulling sharply. I whimpe

Tonight the blur became a smudge. Jordan was sprawled on Lena’s bed in bike shorts and an oversized hoodie, legs kicked up against the wall, scrolling through Anki cards on her phone. Lena sat cross-legged on the floor, back against the bed frame, pretending to reread the same paragraph about action potentials for the fifteenth time. “You’re not even turning pages,” Jordan said without looking up. Lena sighed, closed the textbook. “My brain is soup.” Jordan snorted. “Same. Want to take a break? We’ve been at this for four hours.”

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

*Sophie* I collapsed onto my own bed, the cheap mattress springs groaning under my weight like they were as exhausted as I was now. The room was tiny, a glorified closet in the freshman hall of Westbridge University, but it was mine now, at least for the next nine months. Posters of indie bands and a half hearted attempt at string lights covered the cinderblock walls. My desk was buried under open textbooks, empty Red Bull cans, and a tangle of charging cords. The single window looked out onto the rainy quad, gray afternoon light filtering through the blinds I’ve forgotten to close.

I dropped the book in my hands, my other hand, finding its way to the crotch of my bum shorts. I grazed my fingers over the areas and the feeling had my eyes fluttering in pleasure. I grazed myself for a few more seconds, loving the trail of heat surrounding my folds. “Ahh…Ace, don't stop,” I moaned, my voice sounding a little clearer than the last as I pinched my nipple. I slipped my fingers into my shorts from the crotch area, biting hard on my lips to prevent my moan from sounding too loud. The moment my fingers touched me down there, a shuddery breath escaped my lips.

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

I’m going to take a small, well-deserved nap, but I’ll be back with new stories and new characters to obsess over soon enough. Have fun, enjoy the final read, and I'll catch you all later! — Curvy Writes