Split And Swallow Book Novels & Stories

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Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

“Swallow it all.” His hips slam into me, harder and harder, until his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust. I can’t breathe. Pain shoots through my jaw and my throat burns. Then suddenly he stiffens, shudders, and hot spurts flood my mouth. The taste is vile, salty and bitter, and I gag, choking as it forces its way down. I try to swallow, but some spills when I retch. It dribbles down my chin, sticky and humiliating. Eli’s eyes snap down, and his expression hardens.

They were memories of him saying he loved me, him promising to take care of me forever after my parents passed away, us dreaming about our future together… But now, the only emotion in his eyes was his hatred for me. I lost. I was the first to look away. After seeing that I wasn't speaking at all, Andrew yanked me over with a forceful jerk. As I stumbled over the hem of my gown, I fell onto a heap of cake and frosting. Beneath it was a layer of shattered porcelain. My palms and calves were all stinging with pain. Startled, Andrew reached down to pull me up, but the moment Celine yelped in pain, he paid no further attention to me. Frowning, he picked Celine up instead and walked off without e

Spit dripped everywhere, our groans muffled. Finally, he sucked harder, his finger curling inside me on that spot. I shattered, my cum erupting down his throat in hot spurts. “Fuck—take it” I cried, but it came out garbled. He swallowed every drop, milking me dry. That set him off. His cock swelled in my mouth, his hips jerking. “Swallow my load, slut.” Thick ropes hit my tongue, bitter and thick. I gulped it down, sucking till he softened, not spilling a bit.

This time he spits twice, slow and deliberate, watching it land on my tongue. “Swallow like the filthy little cumrag you are.”

The two seconds it took for Bennett to complete his shift stretched on for what felt like an eternity, I could hear his bones cracking and could see them distorting over his skin at awkward angles. Midnight black fur erupting over his tan skin as if it were burning it away. He was beautiful. I was ashamed to admit that I was a little awe struck being this close to his wolf, to any wolf really. Those who hadn’t yet completed their first shift were kept away from the wolves as we couldn’t communicate yet through the pack link, and wolves were very volatile once provoked, but I couldn’t stop myself, I reached for him. His fur was jet black but in the dim lights of the apartment, it almost looke

The puddles met and merged, forming wide, black slicks that reflected nothing. The monster’s skull—if you could call that cluster of manuals and Bibles a skull—tilted once, as if it were trying to glare at me with its hollow sockets even in disassembly Then it, too, toppled, the red‑covered “jaw” clapping shut one last time before the whole thing broke apart. What remained, impossibly, was the gap. The split we’d forced in its spine had not sealed itself when the rest of the mass collapsed. If anything, it had widened.

And just as their fingers were about to touch the Grail— BOOM!! The Holy Grail split open. Not shattered— exploded. Light tore out from the cracks like countless burning threads, ripping through the air and swallowing everything. In an instant— the entire world was devoured by white.

The sound of the rip echoed through the corridor, and we both lost our balance and fell down, staring down at the book stretched between us, or rather, the two halves of it. The leather binding had split clean, the pages ragged and fluttering, and even though my half still pulsed faintly with that strange glow, Serenya's half sat dark and heavy in her grip. For a moment, neither of us spoke. My chest rose and fell asleep I breathed heavily with shock and effort, like I'd just run a marathon.