Yarn Full Stories Novels & Stories

“Vanessa, you’re seriously a lifesaver. They’re twenty now, so they’re not little kids running around, but I still feel bad just dropping them on you like this. Ryan’s the quiet one, always at the gym getting all athletic and focused. Darius is the loud one with tattoos all over him, thinks he’s God’s gift to women. You’ll spot them right away. They’ll probably keep to themselves and stay out of your way.” I bit down hard on my lower lip and squeezed my thighs even tighter, feeling my pussy give a strong throb just from hearing their names. They are twenty years old. Young, strong bodies full of that wild, nonstop energy. My mind flashed straight to what they must look like naked, hard cocks

Callum asked, voice calm, as if he wasn’t currently buried inside me. “I don’t know,” came Adam’s reply. I rolled my eyes. “A she-wolf wouldn’t just run away without a reason,” Callum said reasonably, like he wasn’t implying anything while still slowly moving inside me. “She and her sister had a fight before she ran off. Her parents are beside themselves with worry,” Adam made an excuse. I rolled my eyes again. “I’ll call Andrew and Lauren,” Callum said, then hung up before Adam could speak further. He looked down at me, a dark amusement in his eyes.

“It’s fine, he is just too enthusiastic sometimes.” Exhausted, she collapsed on the windowsill, bracing her knees. I sat beside her. “Well, I guess you did as I told.” Jo nodded, still inspecting us from head to toe. Now that she was able to differentiate every detail it must be quite a sight. “Good, now then we can talk about your future.” the affirmation made her shrink. “It’s useless to say that you’re not in the human world anymore. Um- well-” fuck we should’ve waited for Rosalind. “Look, I don’t know how to say it easier for you to take, so- from what we know you made a contract with a fairy, a gnome to be exact, in exchange for a wish. Jade killed the gnome and rescued you and many oth

I have no idea where you got that idea from. "You just look like you're really good at taking care of others." I chuckled. "I still don't know where you got that from, but thanks." When we got back, we were immediately met with shouting. "Just come here and let me fix your hair!" Scarlet exclaimed while holding a tin of hair wax. "No!" Crimson replied as he held a chair in front of him. "Don't take a step closer! I don't want that stuff coming anywhere near me!" "You're being unreasonable!"

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

store and almost bought the store itself because it sells a lot of peculiar things. Yeah. I zoned out on that because those four incoming people just entered the field. I’m sure the two of them are the mean prince and Vaughn. A weird and unsettling sight for me. “Nevertheless, chimney! It’s time to present our morning feasts!” the sudden shout of Riain brought my attention back to them. He plopped down on the ground and sat with his legs crossed. His friend’s eyes widened before it turned to crescents as he broke into a wide, toothy grin.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Almost immediately, she slid into my DMs: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm not trying to break up your marriage. I just want to have this child. Life is precious.] Wow. She couldn't wait to tell me she was pregnant, like she was doing charity work or something. I left her on read. A few minutes later, she messaged again: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm telling the truth!] By then, I'd already saved all her posts and photos. Screenshots on lock. Finally, I replied: [What are you saying? You're pregnant? It's Neil's?]