Story Fiction Novels & Stories

I mindlink Sydney. "Why did I have to meet my mate now? I don't know if I'm ready for this. What if he turns out to be an asshole, and I end up having to slit his throat?" I chuckle, and so does she. She was hurt badly by her parents when she was only twelve years old. They sold her to an alpha of a wolf pack who planned to force her to be his mate. When he tried to force Sydney to have sex with him, she grabbed a knife, slit his throat, and ran away. She was on her own until one of the Biker Bunnies found her at the age of seventeen. "Give him a chance, hun. He seems like a good guy. They're the Rogue Misfits. I bet they've had rough roads like the rest of us." I had my own bad childhoo

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

This story will contain mature stuff like cursing , murder, cruelty, detailed scenes and most importantly forced and abuse, if you are thinking this story will be any kind of fairy tell then you are completely wrong . This story has nothing to do with any other members in real life, even if it matched any is a complete concidence. in fact they might didn't know this kind of story can exist in a world. So please read your own risk I have already warned you, it's pure fiction. Thank you for giving your precious moments here, I'll try to entertain you with my writing, give me your well whishes and support. ../.\.../.\.../.\.../.\.. Author's NOte:

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

Well I agree that I didn't read the remaining chapters. Did I miss the important parts of the story. I know that the story's title will be fixed considering the story line. According to me there were no lies in the story except for romance and tragedy. Then why the author named it "Caught in a lie?" the cover page will be like a girl in the middle whom I think is Daphne, with two men on either sides of her. I just thought it was a normal ff of romance and tragedy but I heard from someone that Diego dies in the end. That was because those chapters were locked I fucking couldn't read it. Diego dies for Anastacius. They weren't blood related but still more than blood. I felt hurt hearing that t