The Egg And I Novel Novels & Stories

For the second time, I rerouted my sight into his direction. "How do you know my pen name?" He chuckled, his voice as if it crawled up straight from the grave. "Who wouldn't know a fictional character murderer? Of course, you're the famous gore novelist who hasn't updated her on-going story for months now." Right at the moment, I shrugged off my shoulders and took a glance at the dead cosmos. Biting my lips as I was trying to formulate the exact words to say. "So you're one of my Egg Cells?" I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

ANICA FAITH MENDEZ'S POV "A woman?" Ezicx was as well shocked by the news I brought her. "But I was for sure that it was a man. Is that report accurate?" He gently lay Jackson on the crib and sat on the sofa, he tap the sofa and motioned me to sit beside him. I do not know why I am trying to figure these things out when this thought was already buried years ago. Curious about the novel, I took my phone out of my pocket and type the title of the book.

I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers momentarily forgetting why I had brought her up the mountain in the first place when a little cracking sound came from beside us, Kiara frowned in confusion, looking at the source of the sound only to gasp when she saw the big cracking egg, three other eggs were beside it, but none of them had any movement inside of them as the fetuses had died. “I had found them a few weeks ago, the mother never showed up to nurse the eggs and I figured that she had died, I thought the fetuses were dead too, but as it turns out, one of them had managed to survive even without its mother’s care, it just needed incubation, which I managed to provide with a lit

Alexander coughed and moved forward, his eyes stuck on something we all were staring at in shock. "What is this?" He asked. "Is that an egg?" "Absolutely disgusting." A massive egg was stuck on the wall, covered in a strange neon green liquid that I could easily assume was the cause of such a rotten and putrid smell. It was easily the size of a small car and almost perfectly spherical. "What supernatural could have made this?" I asked the long awaited question. Sei frowned, "None."

Evan’s little face flushed red, tears gathering in his eyes. His small hands clenched the hem of his shirt. His lips trembled as if he wanted to run to me but didn’t dare. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, and my heart twisted. Before, whenever Evan was hungry, I always kept warm oatmeal in a thermos for him. But in the next second, I remembered him calling the police over an egg. I remembered the way he had cursed me.

Anything that did happen to make it this far from the front lines would have to cross through the dead plains, and by the time they got here, they were practically dead already. I sat on my bed. Well, if you could really call it that. It was more of a pile of old, ragged blankets laid out on the floor. Looking out of the small window in the room, I watched as the moon slowly rose higher and higher in the bright star-filled sky. I was excited to say the least. Maybe this would be my chance to finally be accepted into the community here. It felt like an eternity as I watched the moon rise, counting the seconds, the minutes. It had to be close now. The clock in the living room chimed midnight,

AVA The sizzling of the eggs in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen as I stood at the stove, trying to keep my thoughts focused on breakfast. I had been up for hours, tossing and turning, my mind restless with everything that had happened with Liam. The mornings were the worst—when the quiet made it impossible to escape my own thoughts.

And then he found the novel I transmigrated from. He read the punishment scene. And reenacted it. By the end, my brain felt scrambled. --- He eventually brought over two warm hard-boiled eggs to put on my swollen eyes. I snapped, “I don’t need your fake kindness.” “Alright, alright. Don’t be mad. I’ll apologize. I went a little too far.” The warmth of the eggs through the paper towel felt stupidly soothing. I made a sulky little hum but secretly enjoyed the tenderness.