Unspeakable Acts Book の小説・ストーリー

want to g-go there. Dark. Cruel. And pushed the door open. The smell hit her first. Damp. Rotting. Suffocating. Her stomach twisted. Her body froze completely. Inside a figure sat. Waiting. Abhinendra. Her worst nightmare. Her body went numb. Her voice died in her throat. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't move. His eyes lifted slowly. And when they landed on her, a smile spread across his face. Cold. Sick. Knowing.

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere

He left the door open for all to see what a horny slut I'd been. I got myself together and walked out to the lobby of the bookstore. My hair was matted up on one side and wet. I looked down and saw that my blouse was still unbuttoned. My knees were dirty and wet with cum stains. I could feel piss dripping from my face. I knew that everyone in the bookstore could tell I'd been sucking cock and drinking piss. It thrilled and depressed me to have others know what I'd been doing. What a cheap whore I was to have let strangers use me for a cum slut and piss bucket.

Maybe I'll just go to sleep. While walking on the 2nd floor's hallway, I passed by mom's room which was slightly open and I accidentally heard a noise. It was very disturbing, so when I saw the door slightly ajar, I peeked in. I was frozen in place when I saw Uncle Albert masturbating. I was suddenly embarrassed by what I saw and immediately ran to my room. My heart was beating fast and I was so nervous because of what I saw. He was naked and his body is no joke. I always see them working out with Levy in the weight room but only now did I appreciate Uncle's body.

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

So, so wrong. The screen flickered before me, revealing sins so dark they made the usual crimes, drugs, arms dealing, trafficking, money laundering look almost ordinary. Those were the visible sins, the kind the world already whispered about. But what I found inside the Black Book was something else entirely. The kind of secrets that should never have been recorded, or even committed. One file showed a member of the Order in a dimly lit room, his hand tangled with the trembling fingers of a much younger girl. The caption beneath the footage bore her last name, one that matched another prominent member of the Order.

A piece of your soul gone forever. I glance toward the window, where the moon hangs high, serene and unbothered by the chaos beneath it. How many others have stood where I am now? How many lives have been shattered by these laws? I return to the book, flipping to The Forbidden Acts. The Forbidden Act of Forced Binding. The Forbidden Act of Species Betrayal. The Forbidden Act of Reality Manipulation. They seem straightforward, but the implications make my skin crawl. I can’t help but wonder how close Ryker is to crossing those lines.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”