Shrieking Shack Novels & Stories

But it was useless, his hands could not escape the shackles. Amos felt his heart pumping. The urge to pee got stronger. "Shit!" he swore. The liquid gathering in his bladder made him miserable. How long would he hold it in?

Terrified, she made to scream. " You make a sound there and I will slit your throat." He growled, his voice domineering. She shivered but she got up anyway, trying to leave the room. He gripped her this time, clamping his hands on his mouth, making it impossible for her to scream. She struggled against his hold but it was unrelenting. Panic flared in her as she realized what he could do in this state. The party was still going on and no one was going to be coming to her room. Tears sprang in her eyes but she didn't stop struggling. He finally released her and she tried to make a run for it when something hit her head, causing her to fall to the ground.

Before he knew what was happening, he pushed his back against the wall and gripped the shower head above him. “Holy shit!” he whispered. “Holy shit!!” he said again, but this time, it can't be because of his hand on his erection, it was because of the vision behind his closed eyes, with Chloe right here in the shower with him, and her hands all over his ripped body. “Holy shit!!!” he said again, groaning it this time. His breath quickened and he couldn't even do anything but bit his bottom lip, licking it as well as the pressure of his pleasure climbed up. It was really building, and that pushed him over the edge.

He came up towards the platform, his hands laced over his bulging belly, his eyes filled with lust and a maddening desire to torture me. He grinned knowingly at me, showing his yellow stained teeth. "You're mine now. I'll turn you into a big slut after I must've taste what you're like in my bed." Who was this guy? He scares me. I never want to belong to this old fat pig. The host announced. "Gregory Herman bids $11 million dollars. Going once, going twice...." I shut my eyes and cried, my nails digging into my palms. This is the end. I'm done for. Dad, please save me!

Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuucck!" Shelly screams, as her body convulses in an orgasmic tremor, sending a succession of rhythmic shivers through her pussy and her ass. I hold her ass cheeks tightly against me, until she collapses on the bed, disengaging herself from my spent cock. I plop down next to her wrapping my arm around her shoulders, both of us gasping for air.

“Welcome to our humble home, Alpha Caleb. Luna Marina,” Mrs. Adamos greeted the ruling couple as Caleb and Marina made their way into the backyard where everything had been set up by Arthur and Zack—with the help from Damien—for the gathering in honor of Zachary Adamos becoming one of the members for Shadow Pack of Paphos, Cyprus.

“Your Nan is planning a surprise party and we’re early. Let’s go get you a beer and in a better mood.” Sinner’s Shack, or simply The Shack, was bought by the Devil’s Saints MC the year before his daughter was born. The unfinished hotel lost its funding when the highway expansion fell through. At the time, the club was growing and heavy in the gun and drug trade. Four years ago, Sinner and the majority of his family, along with other members and their families were gunned down by the Brotherhood.

"Yeah. She couldn't even say a word to defend herself. She's a genius researcher by day, a thief by night. What else do you expect?" Hector cleared his throat. "I see no one has any objections. In this case, Victoria Wilson is hereby expelled from the research institute with immediate effect and is permanently prohibited from setting foot on its premises ever again." The crowd chanted, "Get out! Get out!" I was shoved and pushed toward the door, and before I knew it, I twisted my ankle and dropped to my knees. Just as they yanked me by my collar to drag me out, the door suddenly slammed open, and a commanding voice boomed, "Stop what you're doing right now!"

She's just human and she wants nothing but to live longer if she is given the chance to. Most investors of that project were wives of the conglomerates of NY City and they had been waiting for the result for a long time. During Ashley's absence, she was lucky that she managed to convince them to wait for a little longer and steal for time until she found her but not anymore. Their ultimatum was waving right in her face.

it read in looping gold script, framed by the shimmer of rose-gold lights. Below, smaller text: A Night to Remember. Her breath caught. Her fingers twitched inside her clutch. Ethan’s hand found hers, firm, rehearsed. He leaned down, whispering against her temple. “Just follow my lead.” The band shifted to a soft instrumental. The host called Ethan up for a “few words,” and applause rippled through the room. Rae’s pulse went wild. She tried to keep her composure as Ethan took the mic, smile blinding under the stage lights.