Voidpunk Flag Novels & Stories

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

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“Good to see you too.” He waves his phone, shaking his head. “Do you have any idea how many headlines you two racked up today?” Kade lifts his head just enough to glance at him. “Do I want to know?” “Try: ‘Kade Mercer and Rook Volkov’s Power Dynamic EXPOSED—Who Really Calls the Shots?’” Kade bursts out laughing. I snort, covering my face. “Oh, that’s a good one.” “Oh, it gets better.” Dad scrolls again, looking unimpressed. “Another one just got uploaded—‘NHL’s Wildest Love Story: Kade Mercer’s Kneeling Confession and Volkov’s Claim Over Him.’”

the announcer says, and I smile when I spot the friendly group of females. Their white dresses are similar in style to ours and look good against their skin tones. They take their seats quickly and the arena goes quiet. "Now that the announcements have been read let me repeat the colors. Cok green, Gaimo red, Earth blue, Puelo white, Makskin gold, Glortinon orange, Shikaz yellow, Hassin purple, Bronkark brown, Frole silver, Vaals burgundy, and Kea black. We have flags and support banners available for scanning on the screens, and you can pick them up once the matches are set. Now let's bring back out the Males," the Kea says excitedly, and the crowd begins to chant as the men come onto the f

"Maddie, Suzy's dog is throwing up again. I need to check on them real quick. Tell your mother I'm sorry I couldn't make it this time. Next time, I'll go with you to your hometown and meet her. I'll apologize to her myself." I hummed in response. I did not feel disappointed or upset. This was his favorite refrain. "Next time, I will not miss our date. Next time, I will remember our anniversary. Next time, I will find the time to meet your mother." Sebastian knew I would always grant him that grace. That certainty made it easy for him to offer promises he never intended to keep, no matter how much they hurt me. There would be no next time. Not anymore. It was time to go home.

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

I could feel the excitement in the air, but people were quiet. “Let the festivities begin!” The old man announced before a young wolf rushed to help him to our seats. I was seated right next to the old man and I watched as Eli and Sebastian were led onto the field. In front of each of them was a flag carrier, and I almost burst out laughing. I hadn’t even realized that our pack had a flag and symbol of our own! A roar went up in the crowd for the first time and the first even began. It was a true test of strength and endurance. It wasn’t a one-on-one fight as I was half expecting, but more an ironman triathlon type of contest. There were different events where they each had to show their str

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”