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They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

“No, I smelled them. Mr. Rogues smells like rain and wool. Mrs. Rogue smells sort of like berries and sheep's’ milk. Mr. Timmins mostly like dirt and Jasper kinda like green trees in winter.” “Yes, that’s right.” “Did the moon goddess tell the werewolves we were in the woods?” “It would seem so.” “In my teacher’s stories, there is usually a good guy who helps the good people so the story has a happy ending. Aren’t there any good guys in your stories Granny?” “Our friends are the good guys, Lia. The Rogue family, Mr. Timmins, and Jasper. They’ve helped us lots of times, and again just now, didn’t they?”

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media. He probably viewed my recent pictures that I took during my recent outing with friends and we also visited the beach to have fun. He sent a friend request with the strange account but I didn't accept him. He decided to send a message on messenger to me. Joba said that I was living a carefree lifestyle and If my plan was to start hanging out with friends and start messing around that i should return his bride price first. That I still belongs to him and I can't be living anyhow.

I pressed it to my lips. “Tobi… do you know the story of Lilliana? The lost princess?” I asked as we walked, hand in hand, around the edge of the clearing. He shook his head. “Never heard of her. Why?” “I visited a church today… they told this old folktale. A Duke’s daughter, Lilliana, locked away in a tower. She fell in love with her father’s guard… who just happened to be a werewolf.” Tobi’s smile faltered.

Arianna whispered back, “It’s telling secrets.” Cass stage-whispered to me, “They’re gremlins. Adorable gremlins.” But his soft smile betrayed him. The moon rose, full and bright, casting silver light over the cabin. The fire crackled comfortingly. The girls sat cross-legged, eyes wide, as Lucian cleared his throat. “Who wants a story?” he asked. “ME!” “ME!” “MEEEEEE!” Cassian: “I also want a story.” Lucian ignored him.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

It started as confusion, a furrowing of the brow, then morphed into a terrified awe that slackened his jaw. "The stories," he whispered. The rifle lowered an inch. "The rumors from the Foundry. They said a girl stopped a firing squad. They said she ate a Feral wolf." A Rogue behind him took a step back. His claws scraped against the concrete—a sharp, fearful sound. "The Void Witch," the Rogue whimpered. "The stories are true?" Rax asked. His voice lost its grit, becoming thin and reedy. "Every word," I lied. The stories were probably exaggerated. I hadn't eaten a wolf. But legends were better armor than kevlar.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”