걸크러쉬 Novels & Stories

I shouted quickly. Clarisa frowned, confused; she didn't know why she had to do that. Oh, if only she had known that Gab wasn't just anyone. "Why? Was he Kenan's partner when he bullied someone?" she asked frantically. I shook my head weakly. Well, I didn't see his face in Steve's videos; only Gab was paid to protect Kenan. He's a professional bouncer or something. No one really knows the real identities of Gab and Vano.

What could go wrong in such a short but crucial time? I have never been big on lunches. I mean, as long as I am putting something in my stomach, I am good. What I am only concerned of is my intake of the human blood, of course, but they would never know that. So, I let Kat pull Lucas and I into this newly opened food chain that she have been blabbering about two weeks before going back to school. The outside is a simple color of cream and brown, surrounded with various plants hanging on the side of the walls down to the ground, and a sign that indicate the place’s name, “LA NATURE”.

"How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?" "I was invited, as I already told you." I straightened carefully, cradling the crystal shards in my palm without flinching even as they bit deeply into my skin, drawing blood. "Your Beta personally extended the invitation to my pack. Check your records if you do not believe me." "Funny thing about that invitation." His smile could freeze hell itself. "I checked with Beta Thomas this morning after I caught your scent. He has never heard of the Northcrest pack. Strange, is it not? No records, no correspondence, nothing."

My hands were shaking. I pulled out my phone and stared at the pictures again. Zoomed in. His face was clearer under the neon lights. Sharp features. Confident posture. The way he leaned into Odell like he had a right to him. Fine. Let’s see who you are. I opened my laptop. Transferred the pictures. Then did what everyone does when curiosity turns dangerous. I searched. It didn’t take long. Name: Ethan. Newly appointed lecturer. Department: Same university. I froze.

“The night Nate died, I had a meeting with Buzzer. He wanted to talk about problems he was having with the Reapers. They attacked the strip club, which you know, and eleven people died. Nate was one of them. The others were Reapers.” “Are you with those bikers? The ones that took over the club?” Klara asked him. “We’re friends, but I’m not a member of their club,” Jake said. “I’m not officially affiliated with any MC.” “They call you Wrath,” she said. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Klara, but I need to tell you something else first,” Jake said. “Okay.”

SEEDS OF DOUBT {Playlist Suggestion: "idontwannabeyouanymore" by Billie Eilish / "Sweater Weather" by The Neighbourhood} ~KADE POV~ Walking through the shiny, ridiculously expensive hallways of Crawford Elite on Monday morning felt like steering a minefield while carrying a neon sign that said "Look at me," mostly because the rhythmic, heavy thud-clack of my aluminum crutches echoed off the lockers loud enough to wake the dead.

Cliff grunts. “Me too,” I breathe. “Fuck me harder.” With a growl of desire, Cliff rears back and shoves inside of me. His cock slams into my g-spot over and over again as he pounds my drenched pussy. I moan with every stroke, whimpering his name and incoherently begging for more. He thrusts harder and faster as he loses all self-control. Cliff uses my pussy like the fuck toy it is. He lets go of my wrists and uses both hands to grip my hips. He holds me in place while he fucks me harder than before.

killed me? Fuck this. I cannot allow myself to sit here and spiral into a dark hole of self pity. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed in one swoop. I pad over to my wardrobe and grab my running gear that I was so graciously gifted to me from this shit ass school. A black sports bra with matching black leggings. Simple, yet effective.

she continued, sweeping at the leaves with her feet. "Ever effort I make to get out, goes horribly wrong," she grumbled. Suddenly her foot hit something hard. She took a step forward brushing away more of the leaves, when she realized what it was. Trix's eyes widened in shock as she glanced at Tristan. "Duck," she yelled as a 7ft creature entered the clearing, swinging a huge bat the size of a human leg. It may have even been one. Tristan moved out the giants way just in time as the bat, hit the ground with a bang. Trix swore she felt it shake. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to Tristan's side. Suddenly a smaller one ran from beyond the treeline.

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.