Unnatural History Novels & Stories

"I noticed that I was suddenly able to do things that the other children couldn't do. I could run faster, jump higher, that kind of thing. The first time I shifted, I thought I was dying," he said with a laugh. "That would be very frightening," Saffron agreed, desperately wishing to sketch this in her journal. She kept the thick book with her. She used it to document and press herbs and flowers and their medicinal properties. She also had a section for creatures she encountered. She was heavily interested in natural history, despite it being forbidden for women to learn. She learned in secret instead, borrowing books from her father's library late at night.

The mention of his cock sent a jolt of electricity through me. I slid off the counter, my legs shaking, and dropped to my knees before him. I didn't need to be told twice. I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling as I undid the buckle and slid the zipper down. His cock sprang free, a thick, pulsing vein-wrapped beast that looked far too large for my mouth. It smelled of musk and masculinity, a scent that made my mouth water.

Clifford simply answered. “ What if on the park, instead?” Chelsea suggested. “ It will be boring Chels, you'll just watch some bird shows,” Luke interfered. “ And also, there are a lot of crocodiles.” “ We won't go back to Crocodile Park, just like last time.” Nathan said while chuckling. “ The last time we went there, Cheska almost shirk when she saw those crocodiles.” Silence went by when he mentioned that name. It was like an angel just passed by and he atmosphere felt heavy. Minutes have passed, Ethan cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed? I said silently to myself, I lift the duvet up again and NOPE! I wasn't dreaming, we were completely naked. This can't be good I have sex with a stranger, my sister is gonna kill me for not coming home. I can't seems to remember anything from lastnight. I slowly pulled his hands off me. I scooped up my clothes and rushed in the bathroom that was adjoining to the room. I freshen up myself and put on my clothes then walked back out seeing the stranger up and smirking at me. "You're up wild lady?" He said smirking

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

He didn't care about saving Antonia; he just wanted to use her to humiliate his rival. Watching him unmask himself, a chilling realization washed over Antonia. She realized right then and there that we truly cannot judge people based entirely on their first act. Sometimes, there is far more hidden beneath their soul than what they show the world. Tristan was the perfect example—someone who appeared to be an angel on the first encounter, yet harbored a manipulative, dark spirit within himself. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing. In contrast, her thoughts shifted to Portia. Portia looked notoriously dangerous, acting like a heartless, destructive monster that everyone feared and believed in.

He professes, squeezing my shoulder. Maverick clears his throat. “Can I ask you something?” He says hesitantly. I fiddle with the fray on my jeans. “Sure,” I replied. He takes a few moments before he asks his question. “What happened to your family? I mean, you said some men attacked you, and a woman came to help. She is the one who turned you, but how did your family become like you? They look so young still, so were they turned at the same time as you?” He asks, facing me. I glance down at the floor, not able to meet his stare. “That woman left me after she turned me into a monster, I had no idea what I was in for, the thirst the dire need to feed. She left that to me and only me.” I expla

But as his eyes fluttered open, I felt the last thread of my strength snap. My body collapsed to the ground, lifeless and cold. Someone splashed cold water on my face, jolting me awake. I gasped, my body trembling with exhaustion. Something was wrong. I lifted my hands, trying to summon the magic that had always weighed down my palms. Nothing. The energy, the power that had been my lifeline for years—it was gone. I tried again, this time attempting to change my appearance, to transform into something other than the hollow, bony shell I’d become.

His face was turned to the side, his mouth slightly agape, and from his lips came the soft, rhythmic rattle of a deep, untroubled snore. For several long seconds, I simply stood there, the cold floor seeping through the petals beneath my bare feet. The silken fabric, which had moments ago felt like a suit of armor, now felt like a ridiculous, flimsy costume. The disconnect between my elaborate seduction and his profound oblivion was so vast it was almost laughable. Almost.