The Grind Never Stops Novels & Stories

There were no words inside—just a single blade of wolfgrass, pressed flat and blackened with age. It reminded me of the moonlit forest, where I'd pledged my love to Leon when we were young. Under the ancient tree, we were just young wolves who had exchanged vows of lifelong love, enveloped in the pure moonlight and the scent of one another. Time passed since then, and what was lost could never be gained back. I held the withered blade in my palm. A sudden breeze through the car window caught it and blew it away. Kane and Sean leaned in close, huddling next to me.

Glancing towards King Zahir, I observed his focused demeanor, his attention still fixed on the documents before him. Time seemed to blur as I immersed myself in the rhythmic motion of grinding, the repetitive strokes soothing my senses. The act of grinding ink was a silent art, a dance between tradition and precision. With each stroke, I marveled at the transformation of the inkstick, its solid form slowly disintegrating into a pool of rich, dark ink.

Kahit nagtataka ako ay inialis ko na lang. "Now, play that song from the beginning." Utos niya. A blinding torture The victim here lies awake Faint breathing, stay lucid Walls close me in This pen and paper is my only savior now From everything weighing me down Bumalik siya sa swivel chair at ipinagpatuloy ang trabahong ginagawa. The loneliest time in the world When shedding your skin Try to begin and rebuild again Voices aren't loud enough You're tuning your ears

Jake gripped my sore ass, spread me wide, and made me ride him slowtiny rolls of my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis, feeling the head of his cock stirring his cum deeper inside me with every circle. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Just that lazy, filthy grind while they drank coffee and told me exactly what they were going to do to me for the next five days. I came againquiet this time, shuddering, face buried in Jake’s neckwhile his cum leaked out of me onto his thighs and the stool in a warm, obscene puddle.

“Shhh. Don’t you dare stop riding.” I nodded frantically, tears in my eyes, and kept moving—slow, deep grinds now, rolling my hips so his cock stirred inside me. The risk made everything sharper. My heart pounded. My pussy clenched rhythmically around him. He thrust up gently but powerfully, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

“But we have stopped at a part of the mountain that looks just like the rest we have been seeing as we circled for most of the day.” “We must wait here until we are allowed entrance,” Hussin said, his small beady eyes focused on the rocky patch of earth. “Grub does not see a door, and Grub does not feel like digging his way in either,” Grub said, rolling his left sleeve back to show his thick bicep and a glittering tattoo on the innermost part of his bicep muscle. “Grub was once dug out of glittering rocks mine shaft that collapsed on him. Grub will not be digging again.”

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

“Every time people touch me, all I can see is me in my room,” I said as my voice grew louder and I moved a bit away from him. “I can’t breathe. I can't move. I don’t want to feel anything because when I do I always get hurt in the end. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of this pain. Why won't it just stop?”