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Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha

I was a blank page. And as I sat there in the quiet room, I realized that I had no choice but to let these two strangers write my story for me. "Tell me something," I said, opening my eyes. "Tell me one thing about myself. Something true." Skylar smiled, a small, genuine tilt of his lips that made him look younger. "You love literature. You used to spend hours in the library, lost in stories about worlds that didn't exist." "Stories," I repeated. I liked the sound of that. "Maybe that's why this feels like a story. Like I'm just a character waiting for the author to start the next chapter."

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“ we have eighteen minute left, we goanna be fast. Anyway this is the last one” We took the envelope side the bag, we opened it “The building that has most stories” “ what do they mean by that “ “well every building always have a story, like the house we living in it was where my Granny had sex” Annabel blabbed “ eww seriously not that kind of story” Abigail squeeze her nose “Well what it mean a building with stories” “ yea, how do you expect us ……….the library, it the library” “ it filled with different stories” we said to together pointing fingers to our self.

I know challenges would always come but I would always overcome because I have people who genuinely love and care for me, people I love equally as much and most of all, I have God who loves me unconditionally and is always there for me. This was all I needed, no rush, no ticking clock, just enjoying the moment. Well, this is me. I'm Titilola Gregg and this is my story. **** AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS WHERE WE SAY GOODBYE TO THIS STORY, THANK YOU FOR READING.

So, the best thing for me to do is to avoid her. People still say stupid things about her. I am already very tired of hearing all the side derogatory comments about her. it is very sickening. People should just learn to stop all this petty bullying. It is not cool at all. I entered the library and I picked a seat at the far end of the library. I picked a literature textbook. Literature has been giving me issues for a while now. I want to really focus on it today. I sat down and started skimming through the textbook. I honestly do not understand what I am reading but I just continued.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

a girl beside me sighed, draping her arm over my shoulder dreamily. I shrugged her off. “Lucky? If the pay is good, then maybe. Otherwise it’s just more work.” She scoffed. “You’re joking, right? Breathing the same air as the king… smelling his scent every day…” Her voice turned wistful. “And the chance to—” “—fuck the king,” another girl finished with a giggle. I grimaced. The crude words made heat creep up my neck. “Oh, sorry,” the second girl added with mock sweetness. “We forgot we have a virgin saint among us.”

Then she slowed her hips but didn't pull away, letting our slick pussies stay pressed together. Belle eased her grip on my throat and kissed me tenderly. Tasha looked up at us both with that same wicked grin, already reaching for the candle again. Tasha grabbed the candle and lit it with a quick flick of her lighter. The hot wax dripped onto my stomach in slow trails and each drop burned for a second before cooling into a hard bead that made my skin quiver.