Novel & Cerita The Deeper State Book

I want him to fill me up, taking me on wave after wave of ecstasy until we collapse in exhaustion. I wrap my hands behind his neck and pull my lips to his, kissing him so deeply, I feel his cock twitch against my swollen clit. I greedily steal more kisses, starting to slide my pussy against his hard cock. He breaks free from my lips to gasp for air. He leans into my neck, placing gentle kisses along the way up to my ear and seductively whispers: “Let’s go to bed.”

This was sacred knowledge that was only supposed to be shared among the wolf people only. I had no place to even glimpse at the book much less touch it. But I couldn't find myself placing the book back on the top shelf, away from my sight, away from me. But I needed to be selfish if I were to survive in this world. I had taken enough torturing, enough disgusted looks thrown my way to know that I would be my only savior. And to be a savior, I need to look out for myself. And that means I have to be selfish and put myself first.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

More, and more. End of Book 1

They were the people I had met during the three years I'd been missing—scientists stationed at a secret research base overseas. They were the ones who had pulled me from the sea, healed my wounds, and helped me rediscover my true passion—the study of neuroscience, something I had once loved deeply but given up for Enzo and my parents. In my previous life, I had turned down their repeated invitations, foolishly clinging to the belief that Enzo still loved me. I had stayed behind out of obsession, only to meet a tragic end, my body never even recovered. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.

A very drunk guy walked inside the room, coming towards me, he was enticed by my body taking off his clothes, and coming towards me. I tried to butt his shoulder, then I sighted an ugly birthmark on his body, which irritated me. I couldn't control myself anymore due to the fact I was drugged; all I knew was that I was knocked out. He then forced himself upon me, assaulting me in ways too horrific to recount. My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he violated me with cruel abandon, leaving me broken and defenseless. In my vulnerable state, I could do little to resist as he took advantage of my plight, adding to the nightmare that had become my reality.

Deep’s father spoke. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the extent of Deep's injuries without causing any further distress. "I'll be honest with you. Deep has sustained severe injuries. He has deep cuts and bruises all over his body, indicative of a brutal assault. I honestly don’t know how he is even still breathing after all the torture he seems to have gone through. Additionally, several bones are broken, and there might be internal injuries we are yet to fully assess."

Her every move went noticed by him. She stared into the river, wondering if it was a good idea, what she was about to do. Her breathing was rapid, she could hear it in her ears, till the was only thing she could hear was the fast hammering in her chest. The rain drops drenched her from her hair to her vans. She was tired of it all, tired of humanity, tired of trying. She wanted peace and if the dark, scary looking waters would give her that, then so be it. She wasn't going to back out now, it was too late for that.

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

"My, my, my. Look at what the cat dragged in. Have you returned to continue licking Chucky's boots because no one wanted to take you in?" I ignored her and headed to the study, where Chuck was working. He looked up in surprise. When he saw it was me, he went back to being his usual nasty self. The gentle tone he'd taken with me on the phone was nowhere to be found as he said, "Have you finally decided to come home after going rogue? I'll forgive you this time, but don't do it again." I smiled without saying anything and showed him a video on my phone. It had two voices in it—one belonging to a woman and the other to a man.