Veruca Salt Squirrels Novels & Stories

I stripped quickly, relieved to finally free my own rock-hard, throbbing cock. Vera pulled the men’s fingers out of her pussy and told them, “Now suck your fingers. Taste how wet I am.” They did it right away, and she smiled wide when she saw their cocks ooze even more. With each index finger she circled the tips of their heads, coating her fingertips with their pre-cum. Then she walked over to me, slipped one finger into my mouth, and slid it slowly along my tongue. I tasted John’s salty essence and felt a strange thrill run through me.

Paws running at medium speed through the soft grass, without any fuss. The muzzle searching the ground and the air for the scent of its prey, while its ears hear distinct sounds here and there. Voices and the smell of food flowed through the waves of the wind, but the seemingly ordinary wolf in dark fur moves on. The prey is close by, the smell of food and of them reached the snout of the bats coming through the sky. Vera is in the kitchen depositing a pinch of rice in the palm of her hand to taste it. Upstairs Veronica is sitting at the desk in front of the window, writing something in what looks like a diary - a small lilac velvet notebook with black and pink details - and in her hand a pe

“Vero, please eat more. You must be hungry now. Tomorrow, you just follow the chairman of Fortunata, and you will be able to meet Jasper again. The chairman would recommend you to go back beside Jasper because of the raw material of Coleman Corporation.” “But...” Veronica said nervously. “There is no but.” Rose smiled and patted the back of Veronica’s hand. “Alright...” …... In the washroom... Veronica timidly hid in one of the toilet cubicles. When the door was closed, the cowardly look in her eyes instantly disappeared. ‘Trash, except being a coward, what else do you know?’ “Don’t you dare say that about me...” Veronica huffed coldly. She immediately typed a message and sent it to Summer.

“Guess whose fault that is?” Vish muttered, giving her a side-look before silently continuing with her lunch. “Hey, look, I was scared, alright. I just couldn’t risk it all. I’m sorry. I saw the authorities, and I froze—” Karima tried explaining herself. “I don’t get it. No one cared about the squirrels before… so why now? What makes this squirrel so different? Why’s he such a big deal?” Vincent asked, his voice muffled by the book levitating in front of his face.

I whispered, feeling grateful for the unexpected visitor and the reminder to embrace the present moment with an open heart. The squirrel stared at me with its bright eyes, as if understanding my words. I patted his head gently and said, "Aren't you cute and brave to come so close to me?" The squirrel chattered in response, as if thanking me for the affectionate gesture. It walked to my shoulder and perched there, its tiny claws tickling my skin. I couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events, feeling a sense of connection with this fearless little creature. "Naughty boy!" I chuckled, hugging the tiny squirrel as it nuzzled against me. "Thank you for coming to me; you know I was a

“Your dad's home.” The entryway didn't open, yet the restroom entryway pummeled. “Good gracious,” Carmen said. “Give me my shorts. Oh, that was close.” “Fuck,” Erica said. “I was…we were fuckin squirrels under the tyre. Damn it, how about you have a lock?” “You know why, potty mouth,” Carmen said, and pulled her shorts up. “Squirrels, what on earth does that mean?” “Nothing,” Erica said, and kissed her on the lips. “You love my potty mouth.”

“The angels use many squirmers.” “For food?” Adlartok squinted and curled her upper lip while visualizing an angel chewing worms. She had heard of squirmers, but until passing through the swamp where Tulugaak nearly died, and they met Jamison, she had never seen crawlers other than a dead, giant scale worm floating in the summer ice melts. The little giant had an ugly mullet-like head, and a beautiful spun gold fleece enclosing a rear body that looked like human teeth. But, of course, no one would eat such a creature. “I don’t think so,” Rawl said. “I believe the cherubs farm squirmers just as we do.”

When she looks down, she saw a furry creature running towards the sleeping lady and about a handful of what looks like a squirrel gathers around her bed and staring intently at the visitor in the house. “Why are they looking at us like that?” Ariadne ask. “They protect her.” “How? They are squirrels. What can they do?” As if on cue, the so called squirrels hiss at them with their jaw spread open and sharp fangs lined up horrifyingly on their gums. They look like creatures form hell with the way their eyes glow. “They are not squirrels. They are Zlokha. Sacred creature raised by my kind to protect and became companion. Like dogs but they are more vicious.”

Laughing and chasing themselves around. Looking around her, this shows they adored her mate. "Eat up my dear." Vermitrax said to Sarah softly. Sarah nodded her head and starts eating up. Sarah and Jorkallun sat with their people for hours. Nothing got old. Everyone was so kind and friendly. The elders telling stories. While the smallest dragons screeching and trying to fly.

Cara whispered to the animals, giving it some cookies. "Wonder how your wolf would feel when she finds out you've been playing with dinner."Athena sassed, making me snicker. Cara let out a gasp at her. "How could you? Cherie isn't dinner. Even my wolf knows that." She whined, holding the squirrel close to her chest. "Yeah. Keep telling yourself that." Athena smirked as Cara went back to petting her squirrel. "Just don't complain when 'Cherie' decides to go out there and bring in more friends."