Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

His thick and rough tongue brushed hardly against the outside of my tongs, and my body jerked, my thighs nearly clenching against each other, but his hands pried my thighs apart, even lifting one of my legs. His tongue sucked my pants inwardly in his mouth, then his teeth were able to clamp down on my tongs and tear them off. I felt the hotness of his tongue on my cunt, the way his tongue stretched and covered my entire pussy. “Yes,” I muttered under a suffocated breath, my body restless as my hands clenched by my side. His tongue claimed my clit, and began to run deeply around it before it flicked back to my cunt and somehow slipped through my cunt.

a beta whispers from the front table. "Maybe Amara’s tongue spoke the absolute truth after all," another rogue mutters. "The silver-threaded tunic and the ten-billion-resource chain were stolen from the Adebayo vaults, and now the great warlord has come in person to tear Rapha’s flesh apart for his deception."

Back then, my pride couldn't handle even the smallest bruise, so I shot back, "I'm just playing with her." Selena sighed in relief upon hearing that. Then, she added, "I asked that deaf-o for answers on the last test, but she pretended not to hear. Since she wants to act deaf, let's make sure she can't hear at all. Jon, if you take her cochlear implants, then I'll believe you're not serious about her." Looking back, I realized just how foolish I was. I actually stole Madeline's cochlear implants and threw them away. Regret washed over me when I saw the confusion in her eyes and the desperation on her parents' faces as they knelt before everyone. But I didn't know how to confess my wrongdoing

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

Lisa froze. All this time she'd been altering the dress, and she hadn't even noticed the chip hidden inside. The boutique manager was even paler, wiping cold sweat from his face as panic set in. But Lisa still wouldn't admit defeat. "It's a lie! She wanted to steal my dress. She planted the chip in there! If not, how come the boutique staff never found it after all their alterations? She came, and suddenly it's here—there's clearly something suspicious!" The manager, terrified of offending anyone but afraid of being implicated himself, quickly sided with Lisa.

Elena looked back at the burning ruins, the sky above glowing red and gold. For the first time, she understood what The Stolen Pride truly meant — not just a legacy lost or a bloodline broken, but the cost of holding on too tightly to something that was never meant to be owned. She whispered into the rising smoke, “We’ll carry it right this time. Not as pride. As truth.” Alessandro wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Together.” She nodded, leaning into him as the fire consumed the past. And somewhere within the blaze, faint and fleeting, she swore she heard Matteo’s voice once more —

She cradled the tiny body, finally realizing the golden life she had been bragging about had been a lie from the start. She calmed down and went quiet. Andre stormed in and slapped her hard across the face. "What did you do? Why was there rejection?" Watching the footage, I put the pieces together. The marrow must not have matched his other child. Andre ripped the lifeless baby from her arms and flung him to the floor. Sienna clawed for air as Andre's hand tightened around her throat. She could only choke. He dragged her off the bed and let her hit the tiles.

—— A few minutes passed and Caroline left, what she didn’t know was that, one of her hair pins, it was exchanged for a microphone. Perfectly crafted to look like a hairpin, it was misleading. I glanced at Luca for a moment, the kids are awake and having dinner. I could barely stomach any food. Luca settled in the living room with his laptop open, watching everything unfold and I settled beside him. The view came from her jacket, we could see the van perfectly. “How does this work?” I whisper.

Maybe because it was far more relevant to me. The Malkara supposedly contained everything about wolves, Lycans, dragon shifters, hybrids, cursed bloodlines… creatures like me. Demigod hybrids. I sat down and opened the tome, intending to skim through it quickly. I expected ancient knowledge, histories, and hidden truths. Instead, my eyes landed on a single sentence repeated endlessly, filling the parchment: “The sleeping tongue remembers only the blood that first taught it to speak, because blood restores the forgotten language and breaks the seal that was never forged for keys.”

Emery took a long stride and immediately covered the maidservant's mouth with her hand as she pressed her against the wall. With her sharp gaze and a fake tone of voice, she warned her. "Keep this mouth shut or else, I'll cut your tongue and make sure no word will come from you," she threatened.