Solitude Block Tales Novels & Stories

Now the vampire is throwing the werewolf away, Baruz is trying to fight back, but the vampire's attacks under the influence of an unknown force are so strong that the werewolf, even blocking the blow, flies into the wall with a crash, hitting it. - Enough! - the figure says in a terrible voice. His posture is improving again. The exhausted captives fall on the cold floor of their dungeon, almost losing consciousness from exhaustion. - My time is eternity, I will torment you every morning, one way or another you will tell me everything, powerless brat, Sackratte ***. – creature again stretched out his hand, squeezing his fingers to the center. A wave of pain swept through the bodies of the ca

Still showed up with meals, even as her body broke down. She even gave him her bone marrow. Dr. Carter said it had to be done without anesthesia. And Elise was terrified of pain. Hemi's heart split open. The tears wouldn't stop. They used to dream about owning a little B&B one day. Swapping stories with strangers. Seeing the world together. So he took her. They saw northern deserts. Arctic lights. Ocean skies bursting with fireworks. He'd confessed to her once under a sky just like that. Their last stop was a tulip field.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

Jada listened without interrupting, and when I finished she set her glass down and looked at me for a long moment. “I had someone like that once,” she said. “She made me feel small, and I hated it. So I built walls. I got mean. I got ruthless. I told myself it was the only way to survive in this world.” She paused and gave a small, almost sad smile. “But walls don’t keep you safe. They just keep you alone.” Her words hung between us, and for the first time I felt something shift inside me, like a door cracking open just enough to let in light.

Without a word, he stood and wandered toward the dungeon door, his body moving on instinct. In the dungeon, Eli found Noni still unconscious on the bed, cuffs loosely attached. He climbed in beside him, snuggling close, his face burying into Noni's neck. Even in sleep, Eli sulked, his lips sucking gently on Noni's skin, leaving faint marks. Noni, though out cold, whimpered softly and shifted, his body instinctively curling around Eli, their legs tangling. Eli's hand roamed down to Noni's cock, stroking it lazily through the sheets, not enough to wake him but enough to satisfy his own need. They lay there, a picture of exhausted intimacy, Eli's subspace pulling him back into slumber.

The caller was a housekeeper at the motel. While cleaning a recently vacated room, she noticed something strange. The place had been tidied up too thoroughly as if no one had ever stayed there. The only exception was the bathroom. The drain was severely clogged, and water had pooled up. She used a plumbing tool to clear the blockage and pulled out a pile of tiny flesh fragments. A sick feeling crept over her. She immediately reported it to the motel owner. But the owner, afraid of hurting business, chose to cover it up.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

The one-way mirror should keep me hidden, no matter how large the hole in the wall might be. Even so, every time Antonio seemed to glance in my direction, my imagination ran wild, filling my mind with thoughts I couldn't suppress. It felt like he had thrown himself on me, sending a shiver down my spine. My name was Yvonne Barker. I was a confident and curvaceous woman in the prime of my life, but my husband, Philip Barker, struggled with certain issues and hadn't been able to meet my needs in that regard. Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.