Trampling Stories Novels & Stories

He watched her, saw her lips twitch, and he couldn't figure out if he was nervous, or excited. "What’s the worst trouble you ever got into with Jay?" He laughed as he handed her the cards for her to shuffle. Over the course of their friendship, they had done some stupid shit, like normal teen boys were supposed to do. "We didn’t do anything like steal or something. But I think the stupidest crap we had ever pulled would have been a stunt in college. I know there was this one chick he was interested in, but she had some football player boyfriend. We were all at the library and I had to distract the player so Jay could talk to her. Not our finest moment, but he did cheat with her. That

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

What is he doing to me anyway, and why is he dipping his fingers inside me? “I’m not taking advantage of you.” He got closer to my ear. “Relax. I’m not raping you. I’m doing this for your own good.” And he whispered. “So stop shaking in fear and crying. I’m not Clyde or Ragnulf, Raava.” I was crying? Now that I think about it, my body feels scared of him, even though it feels good. My traumatized body came from my stupid mistakes in the past and thinks Uriel is doing the same thing too.

Jasmine watched as Mrs. Hart’s car drove into the compound and parked in front of the mansion. The reporters were already trolling out of the compound one after the other. They met her by the gate. Mrs. Hart did not seem to come out of her car until all the reporters were gone from the compound. One of the reporters stopped to ask Jasmine a few question, but got attacked by Jasmine instead. Jasmine needed to pass out her frustration somewhere, and this reporter seemed to have asked just the right question to trigger Jasmine and make her go wild.

"Forget about him. He'll be driving, and we'll be in the back doing our thing. If that's not exciting enough for you, I'll tell him to pull over so he can join in…" "What are you talking about?" I hissed, covering his mouth. Truckers—especially the long-haul guys—had a habit of talking dirty to pass the time, but I couldn't believe he was saying such things about me. I was mortified. Yet, despite the shame, the image Dylan planted in my mind began to take root. Two strong men, one in front, one behind… I pressed my hands against my burning cheeks, forcing the thoughts away, and hurried to finish packing.

“Please, Stella. I’m begging you. Have mercy on our family. Mr. Hill suffered a stroke after everything came out. He’s still in the hospital.” I thought of my father in his final moments. I stood there in silence and did not open the door. The media kept digging. Eventually, reporters uncovered the work I had done in the desert. During those five years, I had led my team through three nationally significant technical breakthroughs and helped secure two international patents. Every one of those achievements had been credited to Hayley. Once the story broke, public opinion swung completely in my favor. Netizens began doxing Hayley and Dan. They leaked their home address and phone numbers.

Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.” Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?” The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

My own slippers were nowhere to be found. 'Isn't that just hilarious, Erick?' I mocked myself. I dropped my suitcase and turned to Yoel. "I'm still waiting for an answer. Where's your kid?" Yoel gulped, looking like he wanted to stand but Sheila held him down. He gestured dismissively at me, "Erick, don't sweat it! We were just kidding around, playing Truth or Dare!" The girl with the bubblegum-pink hair next to him chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. "Totally, Erick. Don't get it twisted! We always spice up the game with some racy jokes. It's all in good fun!"

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.