Sixty Stories Novels & Stories

The reporter looks between Camila and me. "Anonymous says your marriage is a marriage agreement that lasts sixty days, Is that true? And what happens after that?" Everything stops.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

I’d heard enough about him to know what happened to people who crossed him. "I don’t have much time for you to keep thinking, Osline," He said. "How do you even know my name? I didn’t tell you my name or anything about my dad. How did you know?" "Our souls are intertwined. I know everything." He stepped closer. "Sixty days. That’s all I need from you. After that, you’re free. But if you don’t want that, you are free to walk away… without your father." He gestured, and one of his guards pulled out a contract while the other dialed the doctor’s number.

Their laughter drifted down the street. She suddenly collapsed onto the ground and cried until she had no strength left. … In the early hours of the morning, a plane bound for the south slowly took off. Xena sat by the window and looked at the dark city below. She let out a soft sigh. The chains that had bound her for sixty years were finally gone. In this life, she would live only for herself.

The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them. "I love it when you pretend to be coy"he confessed . She was about to talk when he continued. " I want us to visit my croft today. It is not that far from here so we will use bikes . " He informed her. He got the croft as a gift from his father when he was getting hitched. And now he wants to share a moment with her there . "Oh My God"She exclaimed. Hussain has been surprising her with different things since they arrived. "You have a croft? As in a croft farm "She questioned. "Yes"He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window.

That night, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, I swore I’d grant him sixty-six favors, no matter right or wrong. We weren’t fated mates. However, years ago, Liam had pursued me with a fierce devotion. He even snuck into the dark woods to pick my favorite berries and shielded me on the battlefield time and time again, which gave him sixty-six scars. So, I gave him sixty-six favors. For seven years, he never once used them until six months ago, when Isabella came back. He’d burned through sixty-three of them. This was the sixty-fourth. My chest heaved, and my nails dug into my palms. Slowly, I bowed my head and apologized with the formal Luna etiquette.

“That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.” Sarah lifted her head long enough to gasp, “Come closer, Jake. Stroke that big cock for us.” He did, moving right beside the couch. I could see his heavy balls swinging as he jerked himself, precum dripping. The sight made me lick Sarah even harder. We shifted slightly, still in 69 but now rubbing our pussies together too. Sarah pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We tribbed hard, grinding in messy circles, our juices mixing as our pussies kissed and slid together. The friction on my clit was intense, building fast.

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

she soberly said. Immediately Belinda was done talking, Rita burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed her ribs out while the other party looked as serious as any other thing. To Rita, they looked like clowns who had come to snatch her 6 years old baby from her; everything was indeed laughable to her. After laughing for a while, she addressed the issue one last time.