Yesss Book Novels & Stories

They haven't even gotten to know each other well, isn't it strange to have a close conversation like this to talk about Yesran's move? Yesran smiled a little. "It seems that the rats on the campus roof also know the news." After saying that Yesran looked down again to read the book on the table. "The most important part of the book is on the last page," Zane said suddenly, causing Yesran to look up and look back. "Maybe by reading that you'll get answers to all the questions in your head." Yesran began to feel strange. Zane said as if he knew what Yesran wanted to know from this book.

“I’m ready, Daddy. I’m so wet… please fuck me.” Dean leans over me, one hand bracing beside my head, the other guiding his thick cock to my entrance. He rubs the swollen head up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices, teasing my clit until I’m whimpering and squirming beneath him. “You’re mine now,” he growls, eyes locked on mine with dark possession. “This pussy belongs to Daddy.” Then he pushes forward. I gasp sharply as the thick head stretches me open. He’s so big inch after inch sliding into my tight, soaked channel. The feeling is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure that makes my toes curl.

Typical Jessie. "Jessica, I am not in the mood for your tantrums or your drama today so say whatever you want and leave immediately." I snap at her a little too harshly but who cares. "Did you get your period or what bro?" She hisses and roll my eyes tiredly. "Taking out your frustrations on me won't make your life less chaotic so instead of mopping around and being a jackass why don't you find real solutions to your problems." She yells angrily before hitting the table hard and when she's about to storm out, I stop her.

Chapter 3 The Prince’s Pov The desk groans under Lyselle’s weight as I drive into her again, my cock buried to the hilt, her tight little cunt clenching around me like she never wants me to leave. Her nails rake down my back, her heels digging into the edge of the desk hard enough to leave marks in the polished wood. The firelight flickers over her skin, catching the sheen of sweat on her breasts, the way her nipples tighten every time I bottom out inside her.

“Yesss ...’ His breath whistled in and out and then, as she made the same motion again with her hand, he capitulated. He covered her hand with his and moved it just the way he wanted, then, only moments later, he tore it from him and entered her in one strong thrust that filled her with his power, sent need spiraling again deep inside her.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

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I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

The whites of her wide eyes are stark in the dim while her black babydoll night gown is melded with it. Yssy is short for Ysabella. Kate gets it that the first letter is a “Y”. Yssy needn’t have spelled it out to her the first time they were introduced to each other. But Kate can never wrap her head around why Yssy insists on spelling her nickname with a yen sign, two dollar signs and another yen sign i.e. ¥$$¥. Yssy said it was because she’s a non-alphabetical person or something and she doesn’t believe in the “Romanization” of ideas. She keeps practicing her signature in her notebook (the paper, not the aluminum, kind) complete with strikethroughs.