Vore Pov Novels & Stories

I kept on walking and smiling as I noticed a fountain basin hidden under the trees opposite the east font of the Palais. "Wow!" I muttered. "Isn't beautiful?" Drake asked behind me. "It is," I said smiling as I sat down on the grass. Drake set the food basket on the ground and brought out the contents in it. There was a cocktail wine with pizzas and Burgers. "For real!" I asked him raising a brow at him. "Don't you like it?" He asked innocently. 'He behaves so childishly nowadays, how will he pick pizzas and Burgers for a picnic,' I thought within me.

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Ana Pov I woke up sprawled out on the floor. My body felt heavy. It was like all my energy was completely drained. I crawled to my duffle bag desperate for some relief. I dug inside pulling out two bags of blood. My fangs extended instantly and I ripped the bag open greedily downing the room temp liquid. The smooth blood trickled down my throat immediately restoring my vigor. I could feel my strength rush back even more when I gobbled down the second bag. I really wanted another but I was trying to teach myself control; besides I have no clue where the nearest blood bank is.

Author Pov He eyed her trembling figure infront of him. She knew she made a mistake. No she made a grave mistake. Tears blurred her sight but she didn't let them fall. She knew once a single tear escaped he will made sure to turn them into a rain of tears. "I-I am sorry Master. " Her lone whisper started to do many things to him. Not emotionally but physically. Lust. That's what he felt. He was never a guy to believe in a bullshit like love. For him love is fuck and fuck is life and that's fucking enough to live a motherfucking life.

Mark POV It’s my birthday and no one has mentioned Anything. I wasn’t expecting anything huge but I thought I’d at least get a cake and ice cream. My Grandma is hanging out in the living room watching something on TV. Suddenly, someone is pounding on the front door. I go to open it, but it flies open before I get there and pack guards come pouring in. I move back in shock as they go towards my Grandma. one of the guards says “if you go easy this will be over faster “

Dereka pov I watched as Alpha Abel walked over to the microphone, and my heart raced in my chest with nervous anticipation. He began to recite the words of the poem I had written down, this poem was personal, it was about my life and how I was thrown away by Tristan, my mate, the man who was supposed to love and cherish me. Well, it doesn't matter now, I don't need him, I can fend for myself and the baby growing inside me.

Orville have mother nature so she always stay strict towards everyone now velliam and pokeri doing breakfast together pokeri:- there is so much food like when I was in castle velliam:- oh than you must thanks those who prepared those dish for us pokeri :- thanks you for taking care for us velliam:- thanks for breakfast lami:- please help yourself master jamile:- serve them food (then pokeri and velliam start eating breakfast and other maid doing their other work) velliam:- you have hot face but your name not suit for it pokeri:- I also think that so tell me what name I pick

It was the first time I had spoken so much during a family gathering—and directly against Olivia. Her expression faltered briefly but quickly smoothed into a smile. “Sophia, you must be mistaken. Why would I give Ethan something he’s allergic to? This is just ordinary cheese-baked shrimp balls…” “Is that so?” I arched a brow, my voice still calm but carrying undeniable weight. “Strange, because I distinctly recall a similar dish here before. You ‘accidentally’ dropped a shrimp ball covered in cheese sauce onto Ethan’s sleeve, which immediately caused a rash on his arm. Have you forgotten, Miss Hart?”

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.