Sticky Felt Novels & Stories

"You know, we can have a proper check up to ensure there are no internal injuries." He sounded worried and a part of me celeberated the 'care' but a part of me was irritated to edge as the last statement was what i'm hearing since yesterday. But its not his or anyone's fault! "No, that's not needed." "Then why you hissed?" He asked again. One habit of his that i really dislike. He is too stubborn. "It was my second day!" "Second day of?" Came the confused voice. "Of menstruations, ofcourse."

It appeared his little omega had gotten thoroughly sidetracked. Perhaps now would be a good time for Dyllen to voice his idea and see what Eician wanted to do. Dyllen managed to spin around so he was lying on his back, Eician perched on his stomach. The too large shirt was pushed high up on Eician’s pale thighs by their position and the feeling of heated skin on heated skin gave an answer to his question. Slick slowly dripped onto his stomach and Dyllen swallowed a groan of want as he gently stroked Eician’s silky thighs.

“Ready!” “What is bothering you so much, Stacy?” Willow asked when she noticed the look on the woman's face. “I can’t explain it, but something is eating at me. Like I put the shirt on, it used to be Ricks, and the scent of it makes me want to burn the stupid thing. Would you mind if I changed real fast?” Stacy asked, but didn’t wait for the answer. Stacy vanished into the room again.

I stuttered. "Zachary killed my sister!!"

The aching feeling in her heart only amplified and the lump in her throat gelated. "Ca-can I-I stay here, I don't want to go home yet," she told the other nervously, keeping her gaze downcast. "Sure. You can stay as long as you want. You seem to be going through something. Am Renley " he introduced himself. "Mystique" she also said in a shaky tone. "You shouldn't think much, it's not good for your condition. Thinking might only trigger your hormones. Take care" he smiled warmly and walked out of the room, her tears instantly came rushing out as silent sobs left her mouth.

Knowing Devon, he would probably take advantage of that. Grabbing the large tray of freshly baked cookies, I placed each carefully into his locker, spreading them throughout his stuff. The trick involved was really simple. I was gluing each cookie into his locker. With their soft texture, it would be hard to take them out because they would definitely turn to crumbs, especially if force was applied. Dedicatedly, I carried out my task, until I felt a tug at my hair. I turned to Stacey, frowning. "What?"

So what if he took my advice about his hair, it doesn't change the fact that he overreacted yesterday. "What do you want?", I asked coldly, my hands gripping the straps of my bag. "We need to discuss more about the history project", he said ignoring the fact that he needed to apologize. "Are you seriously going to act as if what happened yesterday didn't happen?" He shrugged. "It's okay, you apologized and I've forgiven you" "You are so annoying", I walked away and left him standing there. Why is it that only stuck-up people come near me? Do I have a sign ok my back that says, ' come close to me if you're proud and have an attitude problem '

Since it was drizzling and I wasn’t up for going out, we had an at-home spa day, complete with DIY facials, mani-pedis, and a marathon of feel-good movies. I’d told them what had happened with Michael. They’d been stunned, but none of them pressed me on it, for which I was grateful. It had been a heavy twenty-four hours, and I needed lighthearted downtime. Stella checked her phone before pushing it away with an uncharacteristic frown. “Is it that creep again?” Jules asked, blowing on her freshly polished gold nails. Some random guy had been messaging Stella nonstop for the past two weeks, and it was making her nervous. As an influencer, she received her fair share of unsolicited DMs from cre