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There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

" Alexa yawns. (Cooyright:The short story isn't mine. Copied it from a bedstories website. Please rate and comment.love yal.ADIOS.)

Felicia replied Zeus turned to leave "Wait!" She called out. Zeus halted and slowly turned back. "Recommend some online stories for me. I am bored!" Zeus let out a brief smile "Check out 'Guardians the last son of heaven" by Iyanda Michael and also look out for the next story of Victor Olusa, titled Blessed By the axe.. Many other ones, I will send it to you through messenger." "Iyanda Michael, I love that guy's story, especially John Mark and Gutaro. Victor Olusa is my favorite, I know his next story will be a banger!...Thanks" "My pleasure" Zeus replied and left the room.....

Aside from her however, three women were giggling to each other while watching their friend cry over catching her husband's infidelity. * I do apologize for not updating daily and I will try to update more. I hope you guys are enjoying this collection so far! I have other stories you guys can check out!^^

This place was a huge, rundown Victorian we got for next to nothing because of all the rumors about it being haunted, with its high ceilings that made every noise bounce around, wallpaper peeling in strips from the walls, and windows that shook hard when the wind picked up outside. Part of me figured it was all nonsense, but another part got this prickly feeling on my skin whenever I passed by the door to the attic, like something was watching me from the shadows. Lina shifted closer on the floor, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she leaned in toward me, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the alcohol on her breath. “Oh, relax, it’s probably j

Kirah 's POV “Just tap submit.” My mother said to me, patting my back. I exhaled and rubbed my sweaty palms, trying to calm myself down. “Are you sure this is good enough, mom?” I asked again, facing her with a worried look. “I am sure that it is perfect, baby. Go for it.” “Okay.” I put my finger on the submit button and closed my eyes, saying a silent magic prayer before submitting. “YOUR REQUEST TO JOIN THE DOOMSDAY SCHOOL OF MAGIC HAS BEEN SUBMITTED!”

Elena's POV Suppressing my sobbing was the best way to ease the pain as tears flowed down my eyes. I sniffled and checked my phone again, my eyes widening at the lies the bloggers told online. As I glanced around the car, a sense of unease crept over me. I murmured to myself, 'How cruel can they be?' But at that moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the newsmen. The pain that was threatening to overwhelm me was nothing compared to the blisters I had from the hot water burn.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

They were short, sharp messages asking why I wasn’t home yet, reminding me the front door locked at two. I could picture him sitting in the recliner with the TV on mute, waiting to lecture me the second I walked in. I wasn’t going back there tonight. Not if I could help it. I needed a client who would let me stay until morning, someone who wouldn’t mind an extra body in the bed as long as the money was paid and the sheets weren’t ruined. I kept scrolling. Too aggressive, and drunk-sounding. Too many typos. Too many emojis in a row. Then one name stopped my thumb cold.