Untainted Novels & Stories

I spat angrily then walked to my vanity mirror to check myself. "Well, I just heard from auntie that uncle cut your cards yesterday. I just think you'll need it," she stated that made my jaw dropped. "What ?!" I hysterically and sat on my bed. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. Auntie just called me this morning to say don't lend you a money. So? Will you do me a favor?" she asked as if what happened is not a big deal for me. I slapped my forehead and exhaled.

"First, we build the nursery. I have a feeling the next generation of the Vale is going to be very busy." The sun finally broke over the highest peak, bathing the entire valley in a brilliant, golden light. The Untouchable Omega was no longer a secret. She was the sun around which a new world was beginning to turn.

The card, like everything else in Mace's life, exuded an air of elegance and affluence. With practiced precision, he inserted the card into the portable card reader that Juan had produced from his toolbox. The machine beeped softly as it recognized the card, and a digital display lit up, prompting Mace to enter the amount. He swiftly entered the appropriate digits, his fingers moving with a calculated confidence. The total amount, which was undoubtedly substantial given Mace's high-end lifestyle and penchant for perfection, appeared on the screen. Mace confirmed the transaction with a tap of his finger, authorizing the payment without so much as a second thought.

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

TAKEN final POEM TAKEN BY A GEEZER WHO LOVED HER LIKE A PHILEEIN UNSATISFIED, SHE GOT OUT OF HER INN OUTSIDE LIES HER DEMISE , BUT SHE DIDN'T REALIZE HOOKED WITH HER CONTENTMENT WITH NO RESENTMENT DEATH WELCOMES HER FLAWS COME IN FRAU.

I tore the white ribbon off the silver box and flipped it open. Inside was a sleek, high-end adult toy. It was made of medical-grade pink silicone, shaped beautifully, and looking like a piece of modern art. Next to it was a small bottle of luxury lubricant. A note fell out of the box, and I scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor. “Since you ran away before we could show you how our inventory works. Use this tonight and think of me.” — Julian. "Oh my god," I gasped, my vision blurring with panic.

Will was afraid of being noticed from the outside since the town was busier now, and he didn't like spending hours in the col Sister Lina had moved on from teaching language to teaching history and religion. The religion worshiped a Goddess called the 'Nurturing Mother'. She was tolerant and caring, but also stern and cruel at times. The teachings heavily emphasized on caring for others, working in unison to lift everyone up together, but also independence so you wouldn't rely to heavily on others. It taught forgiveness and discipline, instead of punishment

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

From that day on, I was branded. A villain, a traitor, and a snake who sold out her own best friend. Even after I married Elliot and given birth to his son, that stain never washed away. And it didn’t stop there. Elliot told Owen, whispering his version of the story into our son’s ears, slowly poisoning him against me. Owen—a smart, intuitive little boy—picked it up like a sponge. He believed it. As I looked into Owen’s eyes now and saw it: only hatred. Raw. Pure. Undiluted hatred.

Johnson said. "No father. You're wrong. There is not going to be a pact...I do not like sharing. The sky is as wide as it is, it is wide enough to sustain our flights. Get your own gold mine and dig in yourself," Jeff said with finality. He walked back into his room and bolted the door behind him.