Sterek Novels & Stories

Bigger. I looked down a second time to confirm, yeah, definitely bigger. He had a huge cock, already hard and curving upward when he stripped for us. “Come,” Elena said, calling him from the bed. She handed him a condom I didn’t know was stashed in the drawer beside my bed before turning her attention to me again. “Turn around, pretty girl.”

"If I didn't know this was a dream state, I would think this was completely real." "It is Riley. We are meeting here by pure will because we are mates. This is how we remain connected when we are away from each other." "That's why I can feel you and the ground and smell the freshness?" "Of course. We are using places that we know well to meet." "I should probably get going." "Same. I will find you Riley. We're almost there. Stay strong." "I'm trying." Her stranger rolled to his side and planted another kiss before her eyes were opening to the view of her little basement.

"One chopped cheese. Extra hot sauce, no tomatoes, like always?" "Precisely!" I lied smoothly, having no idea whether Brooklyn Sigrun enjoyed tomatoes or hated them. "And... I require elixirs! Cold ones!" "Grab 'em from the cooler in the back," he called over the sizzle of the meat. I turned and hurried down the narrow aisle toward the towering glass cabinets at the back of the shop. I opened one of the glass doors, letting the icy mist roll over my face. My eyes swept over the rows of strange, colorful bottles. I spotted a glass bottle filled with a dark, rich brown liquid labeled STEWART'S ROOT BEER, alongside a bright orange plastic bottle labeled FANTA. I grabbed two bottles of the root

Damien threatened in an oddly collected voice, the Waiter's smile fluttered but he remained smiling as she held her notebook up. "What would you like to have?" Bell eyed the waiter from the head to toe and winked at him charismatically. "Are you on the list?" She fluttered her eyelashes. Mystique rolled her eyes at her friend's flirting skills. She put down the menu and looked at his name tag and beamed. "Lev, I would have Hot and sour glass noodles, another hot and sour fish soup, with saliva Chicken and lastly, a glass of Orange juice with peanut butter" Mystique finished her list of orders and the waiter's mouth hit the floor, with a shocked expression from Bell and Damien.

He looked at me through the amber liquid in his glass, a curious, satisfied glint in his eyes. ​"I told you the view was better from outside the tower," Mateo said, raising his glass toward me. "And since I’m officially picking up the tab for this liberation, I have one rule: no one mentions the name 'Cromwell' for the rest of the night. Anyone who does has to take a shot of the strongest thing on the menu." ​"I can live with that," I laughed, feeling a genuine spark of joy for the first time in days.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

"What did you do to your pussy, babe? You taste like strawberries." He dove back in, driving his tongue deep. "It's this new gel, oh shit." Her eyes rolled back in her head as he licked into her. "You like it?" "Yes, is it safe?" He studied her pink dewiness as he spread her legs wider. "FDA approved." She joked tongue in cheek. Kyle was enjoying this new playful side to her. The fact that she'd gone commando was huge, but her using sexual enhancements was in a whole new ballpark.

Tiffany says robotically as she shoves a bottle of wine my direction. "That's what he said," Geni mumbles behind me. I ignore her and smile at Tiffany, hoping she didn't hear. Judging by the look on her face and the way Rowen squeezes her shoulder, I think we all heard her. "I'm glad you could be here." I take the wine and look at the label. "Petrolo Galatrona 2013 straight from Tuscany. Wow. This is a great year." "You know wine?" she asks, brows crinkling. "With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks."

A chuckle came from Cherry's lips, and a housekeeper who has recently worked with Langit often made her laugh by her antics. "Like what Miss Cherry requested. Roasted duck, chicken soup, and Potato perkedel—kind of food made from potatos." When Ruri said what the dinner menu would be, Cherry's tummy wriggle at her imagination of a roast duck, chicken soup and perkedel all went into her stomach. "It will be so incredible, hurry up, auntie, I am hungry," said Cherry with a grin as she held her stomach. "Sure, Miss." Before completely leaving the kitchen, Cherry remembered what Langit said last time, she told Ruri then "Auntie, after this please move the jar in the living room to the warehouse.

It amazed me how someone as quiet and introverted as him could be so popular. At the moment, they were engrossed in a lively game of cards, shouting and making hand signals. Hayden's aunt, whom I recently learned was named Jada, approached me and handed me a bowl of what appeared to be soup. "It's Fish Broth," Zeek, who was standing next to me, informed. I nodded, peering into the bowl. "Look," Kai said, taking my spoon and stirring the contents. "It has yam, potatoes, macaroni, fish, ochroes, and eddoes." He explained, and I pursed my lips.