Stucked Novels & Stories

"Mr. Homer, did you alright? I think the door hinge is stuck. We're looking for motor oil or something that can lubricate it." Jefferson glanced at Homer, and now Jefferson could read what was on his mind just by looking into his eyes. Jefferson pressed the button on his earphones. "I checked the door from the inside. There is a latch stuck. Homer and I can't pull it out." Max screamed in panic before finally, one of his subordinates told him that he had forgotten to take his finger off his earphones. Jefferson took a deep breath. He leaned his body against the door. They seem stuck, and everyone needs Max to freak out to make them move.

he muttered under his breath. My stomach twisted hard. I stared at him, confused and flustered all at once. His eyes stayed on me, steady. Then I pushed against him harder this time. "Move," I whispered sharply. He grabbed me again, his lips coming down on mine. But I pushed again and slapped him hard across the face, panting pretty hard. That made him stop… but he wasn't done. _ Jace POV Something was wrong with me. Seriously wrong. Ever since that night at the cliff, Harper had been stuck in my head in the most irritating way possible.

I clutch my chest, staring at the white stick with curiosity. What in the world was this?

Every attempt to pull up only tugged him slightly deeper before the thick head popped against my entrance again. Jake gripped my hips hard, trying to hold me steady while he shifted beneath me. “Hold still—shit, don’t move like that.” But shifting only made it worse. The bed creaked. My body weight and the awkward straddling position kept driving the head back in whenever I tried to rise. The more we struggled to separate, the more the blunt tip nudged and stretched my tight opening, sending sparks of intense pleasure through both of us. “Jake… it’s stuck,” I whimpered, trembling. Half of me wanted to sink down fully, the other half terrified of how deep he would go.

Stop moving. "Stop tickling me!"

humbled. But also, hooked.

Lisa was still so stiff! ***

I shook my tongue then leaned back in my chair. She shrugged before standing up and approaching to my seat. "I did nothing wrong?" she said while acting thinking. Yeah, there was nothing wrong with what she did. I just let out a deep breath. "No stress on the baby. Just go home and fix things with your husband" she mumbled while patting my shoulder and walked away. I don't even know what to do. How do I fix it? I heard my phone ring so I picked it up and looked at it. Unregistered Number

Different thoughts run through my head about how he got there, but I don't need to ask that from how his chest keeps falling and rising. Alexander used the stairs and ran to catch up with me. Before I can think to run, he's in front of me. Small pants leave his lips, and he raises a hand in his air then licks his lips, my middle throbbing at the sight of it before saying, "I understand that you don't want to see me. I know that I disgust you and I understand why. All of this doesn't seem fair to you. You're at a young stage in your life where you're not supposed to be tied down by a contract our parent's made without your prior consent."

he jokes and offers her another mouth full of food. "Well, it's trying to tell you to minimize the way you stare," she accepts the food. " I see it's all about violence," He said thoughtfully, " but too bad I can't keep my eyes off myself, you've got it all and I can't look away" he offers another spoon full of food again. Ashley was still struggling to chew the one she had in her mouth, and here he was adding more food as if she is a qualified eater. " Can you slow down please, I can hardly swallow here" she grumbles with food in her mouth.