Tales From The Loop Artbook Novels & Stories

“You came here as independent beings. You leave as a curated set. A collection.” He walked down the line, stopping before each. He cupped Willow’s chin. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained fixed on a point beyond him. “The Tool. Reliable, silent, and function over form.” He released her and she returned to her perfect posture. He stood before Amelia. She met his gaze boldly, a challenge and an invitation in her eyes. “The Debaser. Your mind is your greatest asset now. Your words will cut deeper than any cane.” He moved to Lola, running a thumb over a fresh bite mark on her shoulder. She whimpered, pressing into his touch. “The Receptacle. A masterpiece of sensory engineering. Built to be fi

My pussy felt swollen and used, still twitching from the brutal fucking Noah had given me just minutes ago. “Did I miss anything good?” Lauren asked again , plopping down on the other end of the sectional, remote in hand. I forced a smile, my voice slightly shaky. “Not really. The movie’s been kind of slow.” Noah sat beside me, his hand casually resting on my thigh under the blanket I had quickly pulled over us. His fingers slowly crept higher, brushing against my soaked shorts and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning. His cum was still leaking out of me, making my panties stick to my swollen lips.

8:00 pm Retro club. "I thought it was a formal dinner date," Vanessa frowned. "Uh-huh it is." "But this is a club," she retorted. Checking herself out in her mini handy mirror, Megan nodded her head. "This club also has pirate rooms, Bryan has already booked one for us. We are gonna drink, dance and have dinner later." Vanessa sighed and nodded her head, "Alright but—” Stopping midway, she frowned when Megan suddenly grabbed her left hand and took off her ring. “What are you doing?”

"He was a genius. He saw the threads without paying the price." Elion looked at the desk. There was a leather-bound book sitting on top of the maps. It looked like a diary. "What's that?" Elion asked. Cale touched the cover. "It feels... heavy." Elion opened it. It wasn't a diary. It was a manual. On the first page, Alex had written: HOW TO BREAK THE LOOP. Elion's heart hammered against his ribs. "Cale," Elion said breathlessly. "Look." Cale leaned in. He squinted at the text.

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I collapsed onto the bed, my body feeling like lead. Raul climbed over me, and we shared a passionate moment. When it was over, I nudged him away, telling him I really needed to sleep. Instead of letting go, he gave a dark chuckle. He somehow produced a coil of rope and began tying my hands and feet. My hands were bound behind my back, bent like a prisoner's, and my legs were tied up so I couldn't move. What was he doing? Did he have some kind of fetish? Was that why he wanted a room? Because the truck was too cramped for this?

Sketches and images of the young and innocent ones are drawn as it suggests the time from the 3rd loop that could never turn back into. “Everyone, ready! One, two, three!” To the smiles and the picture-perfect scene of the past. The photo that is faded by the distortion of time from that 4th loop is being remain in the drawn sketches into the sketchbook Jaira holds dear. A past she could never go back into, even if deep within, Emie lyingly did not want to.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.