Slappy #goosebumps Novels & Stories

The peace that once enveloped their homes was shattered as the relentless march of vampires commenced, led by the cunning and malevolent Usopp. Usopp, an imposing figure with sharp features and eyes that glowed with a predatory intensity, stood at the forefront of the nocturnal assault. His charismatic voice, both chilling and alluring, echoed through the tranquil streets now cast in the shadow of darkness. The residents, blissfully ignorant of the impending threat, were soon to become ensnared in a nightmarish tableau. "Behold, my kin!" Usopp's voice carried an air of command that resonated through the quiet corners of Greenhills. "The time has come to assert our dominion over these pitiful

The slam echo and he repeats over and over, shaking and pulling me to him. "Fuck!" The slam so deep in me I feel him everywhere. My body lift up, my head resting on his chest and he hold me still. Goosebumps rise on my skin and I feel my nipple tingle when his mouth presses against the nape my neck, again, surprising me.My brain still can't wrap around the fact that he called me baby

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Goosebumps filled my skin; I felt like a slut, being this open to someone I didn’t even know the name of— “F—“ I wanted to scream as his dick slammed into me with no warning, no remorse but I sealed my mouth shut immediately, the bomb! I whimpered as a hard slap landed on my ass, “The rule is not to scream, Frozen.” He fisted my hair in his hand and dragged it back, giving his dick inside me a new depth and feeling. “Unless Of course, you don’t want to see our babies grow.”

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

"Wasn't it the Scott family who shamelessly begged for this marriage back then? And now you've mustered the nerve to talk about being rude to me?" Not expecting me to be so blunt, Mrs. Scott Senior immediately snapped, "How dare you! You're just some adopted daughter, and yet you're trying to ruin my birthday banquet? Guards, throw her out!" As the guards were about to rush forward, I spoke calmly, "This entire banquet hall belongs to the Saccone family. "Whoever dares to lay a hand on me today will soon find it impossible to survive in the capital. And for those spouting nonsense, you'd better think carefully about whether you have what it takes to cross the Saccone family!"

Slap! "First you jumped through the time slit and left me.” His voice sounded cold like frozen lava. Slap! Fear and confusion mingled with disbelief. Slap! What in the actual fuck. Painful, yet pleasurable. Every muscle in my body clenched, and my core pulsed with heat and need. Slap! "Then you stab me with that sword and left me again,” he rasped, lingering his hand on my bum, rubbing away the sting. Slap! Ahh. A wildfire exploded through my veins, causing a contraction in my belly. I muffled my gasps. My hands curled into fists. Slap!

Goosebumps flare all over my skin, my neck snaps on itself, rubbing to get rid of the pleasure building up inside me, but it doesn’t help. “God. Fuck. I fucking love being inside you.”he cusses, picking up speed. “Ahhh!” I cry, His arms wrap around my waist and he picks me up easily, “Uh…” my resistance turns into whimpers and crying, “Fuck. fuck. fuck.” With every punctuated cuss word, his strokes are harder, faster. With my legs off the ground, he was hitting the spot. His face is buried in my back, as I bounce on him.

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.

That happened and it’s in the past, you know? Chill, man, Skippy with the fucked up blond hair said. Cool dude. Gayer than Christmas, but cool. Always fuckin’ with his hair and shit. Whatever. Just chill. Fuckin’ shit was fucked up. He brought his knees to his chest. His guts were moving. Jumping and turning. Reaching and wiggling. Bumping into each other and getting all tangled up in knots. Even pushing against his skin. Like he could put his hand on his stomach and feel ‘em slithering. But there was no fucking way he was going to push on his skin. Fucker could break and split open and, oh hell no, no way.