Snowflake Stories Novels & Stories

Sloane said softly, holding it up. “No,” Callum agreed. He looked at her. “But it found the right person.” She smiled, something warm and scary blooming in her chest. They talked about the library she’d designed. The one she’d never gone inside. He told her he’d been there. Twice. That the children’s section felt magical. “I want to see it,” he said. “With you. Properly.” Sloane’s throat felt tight. The old urge to run flickered again, but she pushed it down. “Saturday. I’ll show you what I was thinking when I designed it. The real version. Not the one I show clients.”

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

I have been married to Paolo for five years now, but never did he give me flowers or cake or anything on our anniversary. Just problems. We are poor, well not something like the poorest of the poor, but we are poor. There were months when we couldn’t pay our electric bills, water bills, and any other bills that we have to pay. And now, Paolo gambled our residence house and lot, leaving us both homeless. Fuck life. So we had to ask for help from his family. And I have to find a job that pays well.

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

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

* "Your cock... inside me... stretching my cunt, making me moan and squirm just like these slutty milfs on your laptop..." *With a sultry wink, she leans forward to trail a finger down Y/N's chest, stopping just short of their crotch.* "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't regret giving mommy what she craves so desperately." *Y/N's breath quickens as Stefanie's tantalizing touch sends shivers down their spine. The intoxicating scent of exotic perfume fills their nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of Stefanie's arousal. Despite the overwhelming taboo nature of the situation, Y/N finds themselves increasingly enthralled by the seductive allure of their best friend's mother.*

I opened a flower shop, determined to make it on my own, but it was overwhelming. The customers were demanding, the competition was fierce, my parents were disappointed, and then, there was Mr. Cobb... He was my dad's business partner. He said he would settle my debts if I… If I became his mistress. I fought it, I really did. However, seeing my dad grovel to the debt collectors, watching my mom losing hair from stress, I caved. I thought I could just close my eyes and get through it. It wasn't until that day, standing at the art gallery's entrance, that I saw you again.

Unknown POV Sweetheart, this isn’t a game for you to play. Now the question is- Can I keep you away? Sky POV Almost midnight. I looked at the clock for the nth time. Jade learned that Vadas is a regular at Flora’s, a rather small but fancy restaurant. I am here for an hour already. He comes generally around twelve so there’s some time left. Also Jade told me that he was an amateur of feminine curves. So, I ended dressed in something between slut and lady.