The Illegal Novel Novels & Stories

Logan turned and beheld the person he never wanted to set eyes on, his cousin Liam. Liam, who had expected a surprised look on Logan’s face, only got a frown. “I thought you would be surprised to see me,” Liam said as he walked closer to him. Everyone sitting at the table close by could see what was going on. None of them expected the old man to bring Liam back after what the man had done. Liam had fabricated a lot of documents and did a lot of illegal stuff then tried to frame it on Logan but was caught red handed with evidence and as a punishment, he was sent to a military school in a military state with heavy rigidity and dictatorship.

Henlo Bebu's AALLEEXXIIIAANDRRIA here. I'm just here to tell you guys na, ILLICIT II is coming out soon. ILLICIT II is Alexia Kyle Davis Baltazar story, Skye and Adeline's daughter. I'll be posting chapter 1 to 5 maybe next month and manifest that GN will approve and sign my new story. a little spoiler, "I wanna love you so bad Alexia but our love is wrong and forbidden."

How come he still has that pen, instead of doing away with it? How was he able to convince her to drop the case?How come he is cheating on her and was so convinced that she'd never leave him? How is he manipulating her? How come was he able to get a loan of 10 million dollars? Why is he trying to sell her company without her knowledge? There is a downside to all of this and I must find out what it is. The creepiest thing of all is that the pen gives me chills. I'm not one to forget things easily but how come this pen seems familiar and I don't remember it?

She sat down quickly in the chair across from me and grabbed a random notebook from her bag, pretending to scribble notes like we’d been talking about case law the whole time. She looked guilty as hell. That flush was still on her cheeks and she kept glancing at the door like she’d been caught doing something dirty. It made my cock throb even harder. She knew what we were doing was wrong. And some part of her liked it. "Come in," I called out, trying to sound normal.

Yes vampire king who has gained his throne, he is feared by everyone and always becomes mysterious in this world. I really like my novel even though it's just a piece of paper that is crossed with dreams like the real ones that I get. Yes, when I write that novel I always experience strange things like the same dream that keeps coming to me. I did not understand, and when I had finished my novel, the dream disappeared. Now I only save my novels and sometimes I publish to the public through applications or websites that accept scripts. Yes, even if it's not paid, or even I don't get paid at least I get a reply from the reader. There are many readers who like my novel and some who hate it beca

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

he said in a whisper and with hands shaking, without a second thought, I hit the man over the head with the vase to the point of stunning him. I took those seconds of panic and terror to reach for a gun in his jacket as the men questioning the building rushed to the rescue of their boss. I found it and without knowing how to use it, I pushed my illegal husband with the strength I drew from fear until he was lying on the balcony and pointed the gun at his head. Every inch of my skin burned around the metal and the smell of lead was making me dizzy; beads of sweat ran down my skin like a waterfall. I knew I was risking everything I had, but I couldn't let myself be controlled.

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

“I won’t lie to you, Hope.” She took a deep breath. “Do you really do illegal things?” I paused for a second, then nodded. “I do. But there are various stages of illegality. Even the law recognizes this. For example, it’s illegal for you to drive with your registration expired and it’s illegal for you to rob a bank and shoot people. One is a whole lot more serious than the other. I mostly dabble in the less serious side.”