Fictional Stories Novels & Stories

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

Granny completed the story for us not minding my presence maybe cause am her in-law or just another way around. " So that's how you lied to us all" A young man walked in without a knock to give permission, he just made his way through the conversation.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, you know what, scratch that, I cared all about the good sex I wasn't having. “Are you serious?” Helen asked in disbelief. "But you said he always ate you out.” “He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.” Lauren and Helen looked at me with pity. This is why I hated over sharing, I prayed the ground to open up and swallow me. “Have you told him about it? Have you guys had a talk about his deficiency?" Helen asked. I couldn't tell if she was mocking or pitying me at this point.

"Fairy tales are fictional stories to entertain people, mostly kids. A fairytale contains magical and various other nonsensical things. There are also stories about the lives of animals that can talk." "So, you're saying that I'm from a fairy tale?" Adro asked with his head tilted slightly. Grace chuckled as she shook her head. "I didn't mean to say that; I was just guessing. Many things are still mysteries in this world. But if I have to be honest, wizards, ogres, and dragons do sound impossible to exist in this world ... I mean, in my world." Grace suddenly remembered something. "Speaking of which, can you hide where you come from from my friends, please? Um

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Pondering the possibilities, I suddenly recalled the old house of Friday night. Remembering the bet that I had placed and won with my best friend, that a certain house was not haunted, I was excited to get started on a new day. Now that my night in the house was over, I began thinking about how I was going to ask Tania for a date. Heading for the shower, I pondered what I would do if she said no and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm cascading water, I compared my many fantasies about her with the intimate ghost encounters. There was no way to compare my fantasies of Tania to what I had experienced last night. I was on the road of falling deeply in love with her before we even had

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.