The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

Disposable cups and empty bottles crunched under my knees. I grappled with a garbage bag that was so overstuffed the plastic ripped. When I lifted it, the putrid contents exploded over the floor, coating my hands and the nearby counter. I groaned, planting my hands on my hips, exhausted and disgusted. This relentless misery was my price for staying close to the monsters. A deep voice sliced through the filth, so close it made me jump. “Look who’s playing in the dirt.” I whirled around. My breath hitched.

He stayed there, grinding slow, lazy circles, pushing his load deeper while I trembled beneath him. When he finally pulled out, I whimpered at the gape, at the obscene drip of cum that followed. He flipped me over immediately, spread my thighs wide, and looked down at the mess he’d made—my pussy swollen and glistening, my ass leaking his cum onto the sheets. Then he did the dirtiest thing yet. He dropped down and licked me clean. Tongue gathering every drop of his own release from my wrecked asshole, then dragging up to suck my oversensitive clit until I was crying and trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.

Their leader took one look at her and said while grinning, "Some guys are into pregnant chicks. She'll bring in good money." Then, despite her screams and struggles, they dragged her away. Two months later, Tricia was dumped back home in pieces. Her baby had been miscarried after repeated assaults. She was infected with STDs and left infertile. The debt collector clapped Luke on the back and laughed. "Damn, your wife's a moneymaker. She paid off your entire debt in just two months. Here, she's all yours again. We're square." "Great, thanks, boss!" Luke grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that the beatings would finally stop.

I shouted, "Davon, don't let go, okay? You're going to be free!" But the gold dust hovered on us and covered Davon's body, dragging him back in. The energy was so strong that it also pulled us. "Mia, let go!" Theo yelled. When I almost reach the notebook, Davon let go of my hand—staring at me with pleading eyes. "Mia!" Davon screamed as the notebook swallowed him in. The notebook floated again. Glowing like fire, the gold dust circled it, creating a whirlwind until all the pages reverted. It fell on the floor and returned to its usual form as if nothing had happened.

Wow, RP#1 is over. I'm so excited cause I'm planning how BP#2 will be. I just want to say that if you don't know there's a book of mine "Marked By The Devil" that's out which I think you should peek into. I mentioned earlier that I wanted to create a website but things came in between and I'm stuck with a F* Page. I can't disclose my link because of Goodnovel's rules but sooner or later you'll get to know.

Sia commented on the book Diana was holding. "What can be more unexpected than a book about fate?" Diana asked. Suddenly, the book dropped from her hands to the ground. Diana looked at Sia in shock, then looked back to the book. "What the hell?!" Diana muttered as the pages of the book began flipping themselves. "Diana…" Thalia called but Diana was busy staring at the continuously flipping book. She looked at Sia. "Are you doing this?" Sia quickly shook her head. "Of course, not!"

The book she’d left on the counter, Dreams in the Soil, had opened itself overnight, pages fluttering as if sighing. Her phone flickered violently, notifications scrolling in reversed letters or garbled symbols she couldn’t read. In the background, a muted news report murmured about “unexplained plant growth” near subway grates and abandoned rail lines, the anchors’ voices flat, almost hesitant, as though reluctant to say what they had seen. When Jules arrived, the air in the bookstore was different. Wetter, richer — not mold or rot, but the raw, earthy scent of fresh soil, of something that had broken through the surface to reach for the light.

And here I was thinking we were ridden from her for life. I freeze in place, shaking the shock away and taking another quiet step. Dmitry exhales very irritated. "Keep your voice down." "Oh, so now you care about my voice being loud?" Rhonda snaps back. "You didn't seem to give a shit before!”

Ayla said. "Read another book, you must read the same?" "Taiba, I have to read the same. I don't know which the most important book that is kept there is. Please take it off." "Okay...." Putting the bill on her forehead, she hit the book repeatedly with the help of a long stick and managed to drop the book with difficulty. Making a face, she picked up the book and brought it to Ayla. "Repentance is so dusty, as if no one has ever cleaned it from there." Holding the book and blowing it, she cleaned it a little and opened it to see that the book was completely in English.

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***