Unbridled Book Novels & Stories

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

His eyes were, locked, sharp, seething with an animal rage that made the wine glasses tremble on the shelves. Abhinendra crawled away, hands bloody, eyes blown wide with a terror that was not just of pain but of the thing that had looked at him- a man whose restraint had been a lie. The room felt smaller, the shadows longer. He stepped towards him and picked him up throwing Abhinendra to the ground again like trash, leaving him gasping, broken, and for the first time in his life, afraid.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Haru was standing completely still. Tae Min removed Haru’s headset. And froze. Tears streamed silently down Haru’s face. His lips trembled. “Haru?” Tae Min’s voice immediately softened. “What happened?” Haru tried to speak but couldn’t. Tae Min stepped closer. “Did I say something wrong?” Haru shook his head weakly. “Then what is it?” Haru swallowed. “When you said you didn’t want to be like a brother…” he whispered, voice breaking. “It felt like… like I said something wrong.”

/ Fyre exclaimed. Finally, the infuriation boiled over “Alexander I might not even be his mate!” I shouted, arms flailing into the air “what would you do then, if your precious Fates were totally wrong, or you’d got the wrong girl, how do you even know Bram isn’t trying to play some weird game, that he knows you’re in the territory you’re banished from!?” I was blazing with fury, I knew I looked crazy but I hadn’t agonised for weeks over meeting Alexander to get treated this coldly. Fyre begged me to keep talking, I just wanted to leave and take what was left of my pride with me.

damn this complicated life! "Mommy, I mean Avi, you have an unexpected visitor." I was shocked when I heard what Hope said, and it was as if my head suddenly heated up at the person who is now here at Hope's condo and visiting me. Without thinking about what I would look like because I was crying for a worthless person who was just playing with my emotions and feelings. I handed over the book I was reading earlier and threw it at Primotivo Alarcon, the fuck up jerk. But he caught it, and looked at me seriously, and stepped closer. Hope said to leave and let us two talk privately, which is just right because it would be good for me to kill this man without a witness because of the stupidity h

Joe answers back as he opens the door for Sammy "Thanks, Joe!" Sammy fires back as she walks through the doorway of the "BC". The "Blind Cowboy" is a smaller, square dance bar that's actually shaped more like a rectangle on the inside, but it"s pretty wide open on the inside. Just through the doorway to the left is where you can find "Bully" on his stoop at all times, so Sammy always gives him a pat on the head when she walks through the door and tonight is no exception.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest. Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up next to her peering down at the book she was already halfway through. “What is it about?” “A girl tricked by fairies, to be their savior,” she said. I chuckled.

"It was just sex, Raquel. It didn't mean anything. How can you throw away our marriage over something so trivial when I've built this life for you?" The arrogance of it, the sheer, breathtaking arrogance, stole my breath. Then it ignited something darker. A heavy textbook sat on his nightstand. Principles of Life. Appropriate, since he had none. I snatched it up. It was heavier than I expected, solid in my hands. "Trivial?" My voice dropped to a deadly calm. "You think betrayal is trivial?" "Put that down, Raquel. Don't be dramatic…" I swung. Not a slap. A full-armed, two-handed swing with the weight of every broken promise, every humiliating moment in that hotel room, behind it.