Story's Or Stories Novels & Stories

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune. KINKS: Hand jobs for horns, Double cocks, Hand job for double cocks, Blow job, Vibrating Balls, Praise Kink, 4 in one Dom (Gentle, Firm, Strict and Service Dom), 2 in one Sub (Willing and Bratty Sub), Dirty Talk, Oral sex, Teasing and Edging, Rough sex, Firm Dominance, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Orgasm control, Choking, Biting and Marking, Clawing, Double Penetration, Service with Tail, Tail play. KIRA'S POV

"You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!" "In any case, we're fully on board with the supporting male lead and the big shot being a couple! Zoe and Jaiden can do whatever they want!"

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

Minsan ay nagbibisekleta lamang siya. Hindi ko iyon tinatanggihan. I want us closer than before. I want us to have something more than what we have before. I was conscious about what was happening at first. Hindi mawala-wala ang iba't-ibang kuwento mula sa mga tao. They'd make stories and spread it around like a virus. Other people would believe while some people have their own versions of us. It just gets worse and worse. They see us the way how we were in their minds and not what we really were. At kung ano ang ipininta nila sa amin, iyon ang ipipresinta nila sa iba pang tao. Making bad stories against other people was a never-ending saga.

The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

I said, small. "Great," Dr. Hartman said and pressed a second star on my sweater. "Two today. You're being brave." Miss Vivienne's smile folded the air. "Do-Over Stories help us make better memories," she whispered. "When you tell them, they get stronger." After a while, the stories became like a repeated song. Miss Vivienne would tell one version and then ask me to say it back three times. Each time I said it, Dr. Hartman stuck another star. My hands got sticky with the shine and my chest felt both full and empty.