Stories Within Stories Novels & Stories

“Your cock feels so much better than I imagined back in high school. Victor’s cock was nothing compared to this.” Kane groaned loudly, hands gripping her ass. “Ride me faster, you filthy bitch and tell me about that night while you fuck me.” Vera slammed down harder, ass rippling. “I fucked him just like this. Rode him until he begged, but I didn’t kill him, Kane. Someone else was in the house after I left… or maybe I’m lying. Does knowing I might be dangerous make your cock even harder?” Kane thrust up into her, groaning. “Fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”

"Be good, okay? This is a rare opportunity for Brianna. I'll make it up to you later." His version of making it up to me was taking Brianna and me to dinner. I'd sit next to Brianna while he sat across from her, and the two of them would talk about experiments and papers like they were a couple and I was the third wheel. After dinner, they'd go right back to being joined at the hip, co-authoring papers and entering competitions together. I rehearsed alone. I performed alone. When I snapped a string and wanted to vent about it, all I ever got was the same line.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

I cut him off. "Then it's fine. Is there anything you wanna do? Do you have any homework?" "I do, but I didn't bring any of my stuff." In the end, we just decided to watch some movies. After our talk last night, I kinda felt awkward. We're closer now, right? I mean, he told me some stuff about himself, so wouldn't it be fair if I told him something about myself too? Still, I don't think it's really the right time. I need to find the perfect timing to tell him about my illness. It would be better if I were honest about only talking to him because he has colors.

She took her cup of coffee and turned to him. "Sometimes he looks at you like a very caring friend and sometimes, he's like someone who's trying really hard to fight off his feelings and be your friend," He concluded. She smiled and sipped her coffee. "Excellent," she clapped. "I've been teaching you guys well. You could be excellent criminal profilers," she picked her coffee cup again. "The moral of the story is that nobody should have feelings for me," she walked away and they all looked at each other weirdly.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

I chuckled, gave Hendrix’s cock one last grind before standing up. “You better correct your wordings, my old friend. I’m a daughter, not a son.” I muttered before going back to my own place, beside Mark. We continued to play the game but the awkwardness could be felt in the whole circle. Some already left after my scenario. And after that, gradually we are decreasing by multiple students. It was already in the middle of the night when I went to my tent. Hendrix and Kylie were left in the campfire for I think they have to talk and fix their misunderstanding.