Stealthy Stories Novels & Stories

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

Steven's P.O.V. I walk through the pack house, angrily breaking things and punching the walls. What the fuck does Adam think he's doing sneaking away in the middle of the night? When one of my warriors mindlinked me that he and his family had left the pack house, I told them to throw all three of them in the dungeon. If they had to kill Justin to make a point, then do it. Instead, they got away, and three of my best warriors were killed in the process. I know they went to Platinum Moon to be with Misty and her mates. I will kill them all when I get there, except Misty.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Elias grabbed my hand tight. “This way,” he whispered urgently. “Don’t make a sound.” My heart raced as he pulled me deeper into the dark stacks. We moved fast but careful, stepping around carts and avoiding loose books on the floor. The flashlight beams from the power crew swept across the far end of the basement. Voices echoed. “Anyone down here? Maintenance check!” Elias led me behind a tall row of old reference books, the kind nobody touched anymore. We squeezed into a narrow gap between two heavy shelves. My back pressed against one. His body shielded me from the front. We were so close I could feel his chest rising and falling fast.

I was sure that they would have been able to hear something. Ethan and I went to the second and third houses and they had been broken into the same way. And it was still baffling how someone could break in without the parents hearing them. And then it finally hit me. “Ethan. Do you have stealth warriors here?” I asked. “Stealth warriors? You mean, ones that can control their breathing and heart rates so that no one knows where they are?” He asked. “Yeah. They can be hiding behind a tree and not even a werewolf would be able to tell that they are there.” I say.

The book itself was full of all sorts of Vampire lore, the chapters on the blood moon hidden buried within and written in an ancient tongue. No, he doubted they’d question anything at all. Unless the girl showed up. He’d heard talk of her, knew she could read minds. He knew little else, only that she was some sort of a Hybrid and one needed to be cautious or else she could insert herself into one’s thoughts and even make them do things they wouldn’t normally do. If she were to discover what they were up to, the entire plan would be foiled. Thus the need for a long chain of untraceable contacts and a group of newborns to actually help carry out the plan. Hamish would wait until the very last

he whispered as his grip on me tightened. “Do i-it. Release your juices inside of me. Make me pregnant,” I muttered breathily. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. All I want is for him to fill me with his cum. He looked shocked by what I said but pleasured as well. “Damn! You really are a slut, huh? You want your friend's father to make you pregnant? I don’t even know that my daughter’s best friend is a slut!" “Y-Yes, Steve. I’m a slut, so fuck me."

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

I should have pushed them away, but my heart was pounding, and a thrill shot through me as Jake’s hand grazed my thigh. From then on, it escalated. Stolen glances turned into lingering touches. They’d “help” me with chores, their hands wandering a bit too far. One afternoon, when our parents were out, Ryan pulled me into the laundry room, pinning me against the dryer. His lips brushed mine in a teasing kiss that left me breathless and aching. Jake walked in, not surprised at all, and joined in, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast through my shirt. “Our little secret,” they whispered, and I nodded, hooked on the forbidden rush. I knew it was wrong—they were my stepbrothers, after all—b