X Suicidal Reader Novels & Stories

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

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' Thud! I close the book, making the guy jolt beside me. Putting it back, my fingers skim over the colourful book spines with golden titles imprinted on them. There must be a book on how to find your true passion or I will blow this place up into shreds. And I wouldn't give a damn about what quote The Alpha thinks about his precious academy! He can suck on it! Since he has time to send friend requests to everyone else but not to me. And I am happy that he didn't! Because then I would have to take care of my pictures and my sanity. 'Which is already blowing up?' Sia asks.

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It looked puffy like a bunny's and he chuckled silently and gestured for her to stand but she didn't. “I have offended my master by not being content reading a book alongside him.” “Indeed! indeed!” Said Felix in a dull tone. “However, I did not come to catch you and punish you for it. Instead I have a task for you.” Sasha's eyes widened, “Me?” Felix nodded, “I want to get high. However, I don't want to drink a booze. Can you pick out horror books for me to read?” Sasha hesitatedly nodded, “But your highness,” She said. “Why do you like tragic books?”

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I bit into my lower lip “I think this book is not good for you maybe we should change it into___” “No! I like it! Yeah, I'm kind of getting very upset with their attitudes but it's kind of very interesting. I find the protagonist very dark and___” she held her breath and looked up dreamily. “Makes me think of Adrian. He can be like that sometimes. Very dark and demanding when he's angry and horny” I shook my head and plopped my lips “I think you need help, Sandy. Like serious help. You are having what we call pregnancy insanity.”

Tom shouted as my face was buried in the cushion. I couldn’t mutter anything I was drained of the remaining dignity I had. My mind kept thinking of ways I can kill myself. Poison, gunshot, stabbing, hanging, running into ongoing traffic, drowning, burning myself, drinking acid. The endless choices sounded more like paradise than the way I was being treated. I decided to close my eyes to think about paradise