Sons Novels & Stories

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Amara’s POV After breakfast, Blake's mother and I excuse ourselves from the table to go shopping. Blake is persistent about me getting more clothes and building up my workout collection. Of course, Blake was not going to let us go without an escort. Even though I would much rather just shop with myself and his mother to stay under the radar, us ladies load ourselves into the all-black SUV. As we drive through the bustling streets, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. Blake's mother reassures me that this is an opportunity to relax and enjoy ourselves, despite the ever-present need for caution. The SUV glides smoothly, and I take a deep breath, ready to make th

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I asked confused. “Do you know what it feels like to use it? – Kristos asked raising an eyebrow. “And is there a difference between one condom and another?” All four of them looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy. “Of course, there is, Mark!” Matt commented coming to my side.” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors...

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

Quinn flushed, cheeks blossoming rosy red while she cast he eyes down, "I should change your name from Trigger Happy Suzzie to No Filter Tom." "Tom?" He asked, holding his hand out and helping Quinn out, "that's a fucking terrible name." "Your name is Ace," she deadpanned and I was getting the clear impression that he and she had gotten a lot closer over the last few months because she didn't even stammer when talking to him, "it isn't that creative, to begin with."

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

I soothed “Can you describe him for me?” “He, er, he had a dirty black suit on. It was spattered with stains. Um. Short-ish hair. It was floppy.” “OK. Anything else? White male? Black male? Hair colour? Eye colour? Anything that stood out about him?” “He was, er, white” Stefanie sniffed “Really white, actually. Like chalk. His hair was black. He had the highest cheekbones I’ve ever seen.” My body seized in shock. “And he had the most terrifying green eyes” Stefanie sniffled down the phone.