Slash O Novels & Stories

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

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Jane looked away and waited for him to finish counting the money. " Look at me when i'm talking to you", he yelled. Jane was startled by his sudden outburst and returned her gaze to look at the money in his hand as he counted it, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the face but that was enough for the angry loan shark.

Dropping the cup so that it shatters along with the can he was holding. Once again, he took me on, destroying the pantry's order in an explosive fit of rage. It ended in silence until someone started a conversation. "I shouldn't have accepted your offer last night, Sir." He shook her head in my arms, while her limbs still dangled over my shoulders. Damn! The shirt I wore turned out to be dirty this time. I put his down while releasing the union that was very draggy despite being lubricated with my liquid. It still feels good even though he claims it hurts.

I couldn't help but notice that my body was not trembling. My chest was now tight and I was having difficulty taking in deep breaths. I cleared my throat and felt the first tear leak from my eyes, "Bryce, we have nothing to say to each other that wasn't already said two years ago. I'm sorry but I don't want to see. Do us both a favor and don't call me again." I quickly pushed end on my cell phone and put the phone down. In that moment I unclenched my fist and released the first set of tears that hadn't been released for years.

Amy glared at them coldly, and the girls scurried off. * Cleared throat*

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

Not yet. She pushed her bag through first, then ducked low and climbed through. The bottom edge scraped her hip, but she made it. Until a heavy shard she hadn’t seen slipped loose from the top of the frame. It landed on her shoulder with a sickening, wet sound, slicing clean through her sweater and into the tender flesh near the base of her neck. “Ah—shit,” she gasped, stifling a cry. Her hand shot to the wound, hot and sticky with blood already beginning to drip down her back.