Storyville Slayer Novels & Stories

he whispered, “but I don’t want it to end.” “Me neither,” I admitted, tracing patterns on his chest. A secret affair had begun dangerous, addictive, and ours. But as we lay there in the afterglow, my phone buzzed on the nightstand with a reminder for tomorrow’s scheduled shoot. New complication loomed: balancing this with my career, the constant risk of our parents finding out, and Jake already murmuring that he wanted more than just stolen nights. He wanted all of me Lara Velvet and Elara Voss. For now, in the quiet dark, we had this. The story of us, tangled and forbidden, had only just begun. But for this chapter of our lives, it was enough.

Rain lashed London with relentless, muffled purpose. It was not a storm but a seeping wetness that penetrated the brick and the spirit. In a poorly lit café in Vauxhall, a refuge from the grey afternoon given by steam-wet windows and the muted hum of conversation, Sabatine Stalker watched the drops carve channels on the glass. Each one was a variable, a tiny piece of data tied by the rigid laws of physics and gravity, in collision course or in fusion. He had a strange comfort with that determinism. It was a clean system. People were not.

When everyone was present, I said, "The last round has two sets of dice like the first round did. I will go last and may not participate at all depending on the time when everyone else finishes. We still have a poker game to get to tonight. The slave's dice will consist of to kiss, touch or fondle, lick or suck, bite, slap or spank, finger or stroke or rub your pussy or cock on face or neck, lips, chest or nipples, ass, pussy or cock and wildcard, which will be whatever the client desires. We're starting to get into pussy prick touching here. You'll also notice one of the categories includes spanking or slapping, which could include biting or slapping the face, lips, boobs, ass or pussy and

Lots of graphic smut (ongoing). Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face ehr rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes (completed). b. i Story app Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goodess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her fmaily, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic voilence, and smut (ongoing).

Chapter 4 Felix I hated hearing my number called. It was one of 3 Customers for me nowadays. The lonely and horney mateless she-wolves or widows looking to get off. They were easy, get them off a few times, as quick as possible and they left rather quickly. Thenre there was the gay or bisexual males, or as I call them the hidden as they sneak in here and order us to either wear a wig or they ask a woman to accompany us but dismisses them rather quickly. They too were rather easy, they either wanted me to fuck them and get them off or they wanted to fuck me which was still not as bad as some were often very gentle and even attempted to get me off. HA! I have never experienced and orgasm nor d

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

But he knew one thing that he must have had her more than once to get his desires fully satisfied. Suddenly, he felt someone grab his ankle and pull him off of the bed. He landed on the cold floor naked and his head collided with the hard surface of the ground. His head was already throbbing with the worst hangover he had ever experienced in his life. Then those women were crying so loudly like someone had whipped their ass and pussy so hard. Then his head collided with the hard floor. It doubled the throbbing in his head. He looked around and found all the other prostitutes inside the room. They were crying crazily. He did not understand what was going on. Anger took over his senses and he

Jaidyn groans. His hands are everywhere on my body setting it on fire. I let out a small scream when he started rubbing my clit. “Jaidyn please…” I gasp out. I am not even sure what I am asking. His finger slips down through my wet folds. I cry out when he slips his finger into me. He is thrusting his finger into me and with each thrust, he is hitting my g-spot. He is trailing kisses down my body.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”