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BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

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.

He closed the door and led her into the open living area. Lily peeked out from behind the large sofa, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. She was shy but curious. Ava immediately knelt down to her level, her face lighting up with a genuine, warm smile. “Hi Lily. I’m Ava. Your dad told me you love princesses and drawing. I brought some new coloring pencils and a storybook about a brave little girl who saves her kingdom. Would you like to see?” Lily’s eyes widened with interest. Within minutes, Ava had the little girl sitting on the floor, laughing as they flipped through the book together.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

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.

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The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

Carson I had just made breakfast and was brewing a coffee. The machine hissed as I stood at the counter, mug in hand, staring blankly out the kitchen window. Morning sunlight was creeping across the tile floor. The thought of Sara filled up my head. She'd been in my bed, begging me for more. And when I pulled her to the edge, when her fingers tangled in my hair and her thighs trembled around my shoulders, she came undone in my mouth. Gasping my name. Grinding against my tongue like she needed it to breathe.

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was

We are back in Manila, and Ally finally comes home with me. "Babe, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you," she asked me affectionately. "Anything Babe as long as you cook," I said as I kissed her. Ally was busy cooking in the kitchen, I was bored, so I read some online stories at Good Novel, one of the most popular apps in the world. The most readable stories genres nowadays were LGBT; that was great. Aspiring writers open up their version of the world through a book to love freely in any gender it has, which others cannot accept.