Weird Stories Novels & Stories

I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier. I still don't understand why these people are suddenly gaining colors. Why specifically these people? It's not even limited to the people at school anymore since Al's obviously from somewhere else. It just doesn't make sense. It's not like I know them from anywhere else. I wish I knew something more about my illness so I could at least stop being so confused. Come to think of it, I haven't even told Aunt Autumn about any of what happened. Maybe she can somehow help me understand. I doubt it, but I can still hope for answers.

She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the last." She said. She was calm; she was hopeful that this one would be buried too, but people were not predictable, and their judgement and dedication could be fickle most of the time. They oscillate between love and hate on a regular basis. This could blow out of proportion before it calms down. The reaction might not be immediate as expected, but it will happen one way or the other. Even if the government successfully debunked the video and made it a hoax, there was a possibility that there would be a sect that would not buy the government's e

My voice was high and strangled. Meg nodded. “Greek myths, the Book of Enoch… and werewolves. But not like those stupid movies—don’t look at me like that! I’m talking about people who say they know people. People with stories… and those stories are starting to sound really fucking familiar, Cara. The stuff that’s happening to you…” She trailed off and I waited, my heart pounding. “What?”

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Life has a very twisted sense of humor. Barely twenty-four hours ago, I was submitting my resignation letter because I had feelings for my boss and I thought that was so wrong. And now, I was on my knees, stroking two dicks… which somehow belonged to my boss and his brother. Ha ha… very funny, ain't it? “Show us what you've got, Wellsy.” Lucas cooed, his hand running through my hair. Wellsy… I never expected that hearing that name from another man would unravel me as much as it did.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

But the dryness in my throat wouldn't let me. My best friend, Lorena, and I had just gotten back from a house party and decided to crash at her place. We were supposed to call Ubers and head to our separate homes after the party, but I had to escort her and make sure she got in safely because she was way too drunk to be left alone. I could've gone home after dropping her off, but it was 2 a.m., and I wasn't trying to get robbed or kidnapped. So I stayed. Little did I know that very decision would change everything.

Uncle's forbidden touch 8 The attic breeding stuck with me. Uncle's cum plugged in all night, his stories of family curses whispering in my ear as the storm raged. My belly didn't show yet, but I felt it—the heir growing, his dark claim deep in my womb. Days after, he was tender in a twisted way. Fucks slow and deep, hands on my stomach, promising more kids to carry the line. But his eyes had that hunger, like he needed to mark me permanent.

The apartment smelled faintly of motor oil and fresh coffee, the kind of lived-in scent that clung to Zean’s clothes after long days fixing units for people who couldn’t afford downtime in this heat. The wall AC was gutted—wires spilling like entrails, compressor panel open on the floor—and the room felt like the inside of an oven despite the two box fans wheezing in opposite corners.