Yae Stories Novels & Stories

"It just locked on its own...!" "It was quite erotic too" "Yaaaah...I-...…I think it's wanting the prince's seed...!" "It's a woman's instinct after all" "Ah, Nnn, Yaah...! I...becoming…strange...Ahhn!" "I also, could not endure it any longer" "I-I am too...going to, cum again...soon" "Uooh...! It's getting tighter again...It's coming out...!" "Cum, Prince! Inside me...fill me up with your children!"

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

Final Thoughts: As you embark on this reading journey, I invite you to immerse yourself in the world I have created. Let your imagination run wild, and allow yourself to experience the adventures that await. I hope this story brings you joy, excitement, and perhaps even a new perspective. Thank you for choosing to read my work, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! All my love, Samiat Owoyemi Author/Creator of the Town

He filled my mouth, stretching my jaw, but I wanted it all. "Deeper, Riley. Take every inch." His grip tightened, pushing me down. I relaxed my throat, breathing through my nose, sliding further until my nose brushed his abdomen. He was buried deep, cock pulsing against my tongue. I gagged slightly, tears pricking my eyes, but the thrill of it, the submission—spurred me on. I sucked harder, head moving in a rhythm, saliva dripping down his shaft.

“Tell me something, baby. How long have you wanted me to fuck you?” Jamie’s knees nearly buckled at the blunt words. Heat flooded between her thighs. “I… Lena, we can’t,” she whispered, even as her body leaned closer. “You’re Maya’s sister.” Lena’s eyes darkened with lust. “That’s exactly why we *should*.” She leaned in until her lips brushed Jamie’s ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during family dinners. The way you squeeze your thighs together when I wear short dresses. You’ve been fantasizing about me for years, haven’t you?”

She looked at Erling for support. "Aye, but we came in a car." Erling folded the newspaper. "Ye can teleport back later with Malcolm, if ye like." Aya made a face at him. Some help he was. "We'd better find Jacob. I hope he's done with all those poor Vamps." "Did the research study go well?" Elizabeth drizzled some dressing over her grilled chicken salad. "I guess. It was sad, seeing people that downtrodden.There was this one bag lady who—" Aya stopped. She searched her memory. "Oh my gosh. She never came back."

On the other side of the portal, somewhere deep in some weird foggy forest, Yael was there resting crouching down behind a big tree and she panted as she leaned her head against her bloodied hands that were wrapped around the handle of her daggers. She was trying to catch her breath and her white garments were all bloody from the previous intense fight with the monsters. The blood on her cloths were from the monsters she had killed. She had killed too many of them since she entered this forsaken forest that she had long since lost count of them.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

she reached out her hand and tried to touch her mother who was now standing next to Natasha but Ayanda flinched and stepped back, away from her. The heart wrenching look on Ayanda’s face told Luyando that it was all over for her. Unable to move, the only thing she could do was cry. “I am sooorrrry,” Luyando cried, one hand clasping the side of her stomach. “I am so sorry mum.” “Don’t call me that,” Ayanda said sternly. “I could forgive the lies about your father but this…this is something else. How can you do this to your own children? To your husband? To us?”

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..