The Virgins Suicide Book Novels & Stories

She stood from the bed, pacing around my room, "he isn't some thirsty horny delusional guy trying to pluck his rabbit in any hole." "But this isn't just any hole." "Okay, let's not refer to your vagina as a hole. Let's not refer to any vagina as a hole." "You started it." "And I apologize but you get what I was trying to say." She came back to the spot next to me, her hands over mine, "you can easily make a girl that has saved her virginity or swore to be celibate have sex. As females we just don't stand firm in the things we believe in once a good smooth talker enters our life and our hearts start misbehaving. We go with the feeling, we fall trap to the feeling. But guys? Guys are different

Author's pov Both brothers walked towards the place where all the girls were present for them to feast on. Young virgin girls are the main attraction of this night. Hunter was the one who first sniffed the area to search for someone who is not a virgin but found none. He was impressed with his men's work. "All the virgins are present here brother, let's not waste any more time and search for our tonight's bed partner." Hunter told his brother who nodded with a smirk All the girls present there were shivering in fear no one wants to be chosen by them because getting chosen by them is equal to committing suicide that to in the cruelest way possible.

But with the theories of vampires having been thought to have connections with those circumstances, things started to be a lot more senseful. “I’ve read a lot about the suicide cases in the neighborhood, and I couldn’t believe it at first, but when this Zheira got wind up in the picture, I started to see there was something more to things than just meet the eye. I mean, come on, for all the years I’ve worked in the hotel, I’ve never witnessed anyone killing themselves. So, when I saw her close to dying on the broken windshield of the car, I thought that New York had indeed become the fodder for suicides. Guards have seen her to it, see. She was standing on the railing of the rooftop. She did

"I know. But all of them are either married or dead-old. Maybe I should register to the nearest church to be a nun." "Try T!nder or Bübble first, then you can register there if nothing happens." I push him a bit as he releases his embrace. He wipes my tears at the same time I'm trying to wipe it myself. "I can't believe I'm crying because of this stupid virginity. Do you see what I mean? Urgh! I really should just get it over with!" He stares at me with a calculative look before blurting, “Hunter told me he fucked two virgins before."

Who the fuck forgets to bring their own vibrator. I slid one finger down my dripping pussy, fingering myself. My clitoris to be precise, but it just didn't give me the satisfaction that Kael gave me. I had to admit I love rough sex. I just don't know why he didn't fuck me with his cock. Last night was pretty much one of the best nights of my life; I loved the way he handled me. But I didn't know if I could trust him. Trust him enough to give him my virginity. I wasn't sure if he loved me or just saw me as his obligation because I was his mate.

I was about to come and I would do it right there, at the breakfast table, while my mother discussed travel itineraries. I unconsciously bucked my hips taking more from his fingers. “Fuck!”. I yelled when the orgasm ripped through me, milking Randy's fingers. “Are you alright?”. Randy's father asked. “Novalie…?”. My mom looked curiously. Randy withdrew his fingers and sucked them one after the other. “Excuse me”, I gasped, pushing my chair back. “Thank you for breakfast”. Then I fled to my room. _________ Later that afternoon, I was bent over the back of the couch, the thin fabric of my skirt riding up her thighs while I read a book.

He didn’t follow me in. The suite was beautiful. Cold. Designed like a luxury hotel that didn’t expect anyone to live in it. Large bed, high ceilings, silver curtains that muted the setting sun. On the nightstand, a crystal water carafe. A phone with no buttons. A single tulip in a glass vase. And on the bed — a white box. Small. Flat. Heavy-looking. My stomach sank the second I saw it. I didn’t want to touch it. I touched it anyway.

he greeted. “I heard about what happened,” I said, my eyes skimming over his lap with a hint of mockery. "Oh, that,” he chuckled awkwardly. "Virgins and their ridiculous actions.” The mention of her being a virgin piqued my interest. That kind of prey was exactly what I enjoyed hunting. I took pleasure in the suffering I inflicted on virgins, savouring their pain and the sight of blood as I unleashed my dark desires. “Follow me,” I said abruptly, brushing past him.

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The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly. But still… I wasn’t a child. I was twenty. An adult. And in this generation, you didn’t need experience to know things. You opened your phone, tapped the wrong, or right site, and suddenly you knew enough to make your soul leave your body out of curiosity. It wasn’t like I went looking for it all the time. But it was there. And Damien Rivera was exactly the kind of man your imagination would go feral over without permission. The kind of man who looked like he’d take you to every part of his muscular body in every corner of a bedroom and still have you losing your mind before you even processed what was h