Story Fiction Novelas e Histórias

So I plopped down on the bed, letting myself relax my tense muscles, even though my mind kept telling me that this was all just a nightmare and when I would wake up, I would still be inside my house, beaten half to death by my own father and Cameron and his friends would just go back to being high school bullies that were just mean people and not animals. “How about I tell you a story instead?” I looked up at Sarah then, watching her with narrowed eyes as she gave me a concerned look. She went to the opposite side of the room and sat down on a chair placed near the open window. The moon was almost full outside the window and I was actually startled at just how big it looked from here. “What

They left a decent neighborhood for a rundown apartment block. Word on the street was that Rhett got so sick he nearly did not make it, and Kelly aged a decade in a single night. They had once been the pride of the block, always bragging about their daughter’s big achievements. Then, they became the punchline of every neighbor’s joke. People whispered that I went too far, that I forgot old loyalties. In response, I would give a half-smile and stay mum. Did Sheila think of the sacrifices I made while she was off studying abroad on my dime? Did she spare a thought for the house I mortgaged or the plain dinners and crowded bus rides I endured?

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

When Maria had visited him and told him the story of Talia having a cafe poor boyfriend that she gave up to be with him because of his life. He'd run over to the cafe, but Ethan had left Deventon. He vowed to kill him if he was back, but neither him nor Talia were prepared to have Ethan represent a name that shook meetings. Julian had refused to believe Ethan was the cafe boyfriend, and when Ethan pretended not to know her, he relaxed at the fake truth. But with Talia's change in attitude, doubts seeped in, and finally, Ethan on his hand was no more sitting idle. Trying to claim a prize that Julian Sanderson had already taken home.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

The place was made up of dark and gloomy alleys, and it was in one of them that the man heard the screams of a woman. - Help! Help! - The woman screamed with desperation in her voice. - Shut up, bitch. Shoot her already. - Another male voice echoed through the alley. Upon realizing the situation, John hid, feeling afraid. He didn't know how to act or how he could help the woman. The only way he found was to grab his phone and call the police. Hopefully, there would be enough time to save her from the criminals. This hope of saving her was brutally ripped from his heart when he heard five gunshots coming from the alley. Martinez froze, his eyes widening.

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…

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”