Stolen Tongues Novels & Stories

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

His smile always made me feel some things in my stomach; I wondered why he didn't smile often because I was going to be a cheerful person. "I do not know what you're going to say but I'm listening, please enlighten me." "Let us just go with the flow and call it our ‘Stolen Moments’, on these stolen moments we should get to know each other even if it's not deep just the little things you want to throw in the conversation so that I know you. We will get there, I mean to the bigger things later on. I'm open to telling you about my life if you don't want to know about my love for you then it's fine we can just have a list of things to talk about and have fun."

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

My hands held his mask tightly pulling it upwards lost in our steamy tongue f**k, his tongue swirled inside me and my legs tightened around him wantonly, grinding my face rhythmically to his tongue strokes. Taking away by his animal instincts or lust, I knew I would come soon in his mouth if he won’t separate his dirty tongue from my c**t. My insides clenched tightly, and a sweet knot in my stomach started to twist forgetting about everything around me, and all the circumstances we are in, I closed my eyes imagining Theo, maybe that would make me feel less guilty about my tongue-f**king orgasm from a man who is my captive, a kidnapper, a murderer.

Their voices echoed in the night, lost to the sound of the whistling winds as a snowstorm suddenly began to rage outside the palace walls but she couldn’t hear anything but the sound of their voices, their screams– Just looking at them feels like gasoline pouring over the flames of hell and she wanted to throw them all in it as her shadow looms over them, their faces growing pale, screwed with pain, fear and anger. W-What… what the hell–what the HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU FUCKING BITCH I WILL KILL YOU! So, she breaks their jaws and takes their tongue out (save for the one who had her first) lest someone hears the commotion and comes looking.

The shamanistic bard opened his arms, indicating everyone in the room as they all murmured hypnotically in response, “Aanaittu tantaiyin peyarrril“. They chanted the words, low and guttural, repetitively as the bard continued. “For its safe and intact delivery into the hands in which it belongs, the esteemed leading families of the Verrraipucci, 100 gold coins, our sincerest apologies for the unfortunate accident that took a man’s life-” Stefan snarled. ‘Accident? My left foot!’ That was not what happened, and if he were Clarissa, he would tell them where to shove it. “-and her family’s indoctrination and adoption into the werecat tribe.”

Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed. Waves of agony crashed over me as I saw my own nails split and separate from my flesh. The nails, driven deep by relentless hammering, sank into my fingers, through to my palm. One after another, until nails protruded from the back of my hand, glistening with blood. My screams filled the hollow basement, but they were not done. They grabbed pliers, yanking at the nails still clinging to the nail beds. They did not stop until every nail was torn away, every bone in my fingers shattered...

“Guess I’m your guy today.” Alright. I blinked at him, a bit startled. My throat ached a bit from the lack of water, and the words stuck. It had been so long since someone had spoken to me directly. The man cocked his head. “Cat got your tongue? No pun intended.” Yeah, original joke. I felt the urge to roll my eyes and cuss the asshole out. I couldn't hold do that so I allowed my eyes to study the man. He was careless. That much had always been obvious.

Devon came last, his eyes glazed, as if half-dreaming. “It should be beneath the old grinding floor,” Clara whispered. “There’s a stone door. A seal.” Lucas pushed aside charred planks and saw it: a circular slab of black stone, veined with gold. The same material from the underground chamber. The same markings from Devon’s dreams. Etched across it, barely visible through grime, was a phrase in First Tongue — a language none of them spoke, but all three of them somehow understood. THE EARTHEN THROAT IS NOT A PASSAGE. IT IS A WARNING.

All that pent-up anger bleeds through me. I do not even feel myself move. I just hear the feral growl tear from my throat as I lunge at her. "You liar!" I scream, reaching for her hair, yanking hard enough to make her scream. "You have stolen everything from me!" I shriek as we hit the ground. "That necklace is mine!" The training field erupts into chaos. Roxy screams and does not fight back. Of course, she does not. Instead, she protects the necklace, as if she really cares for it.