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A Night to Remember
The girl jumped, startled. "Who are you?" She called into the dark night. No reply from the stranger as they pushed her violently towards the floor, clawing at her skin. The girl let out a scream of panic. She didn't want to die, not like this.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
Paris's Dream Mate
Paris laid on his bed and waited patiently. Aspen had told all the siblings about his vision the night before, and they all suspected the Temple of Destiny was responsible for that. He was sure Aspen had left out all the juicy details about his vision. Paris knew there was no way Aspen got a visit from his future mate without there being some intimacy involved. He chuckled to himself. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when he got a visit from his own future mate. He really hoped it was the sexy werewolf from his earlier challenge.
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
Constant Distraction - Part 3
Professor Harte had managed to invade my dreams twice now and I couldn’t ever keep her off my mind when I was outside of her class. Her personality was having this affect on me no other girl’s had. When I was in her class I definitely had a hard time focusing on the topic and not her, but as I got used to her being in my day to day life, I found that what I did focus on was some of the smartest stuff I had heard. She was beautiful and brilliant. So I decided to be courageous for once. I went to class with a plan. And once said class was over I put my plan into motion.
By Velvet Shodun7 years ago in Filthy
Aspen's Dream Mate
Aspen laid in bed, his thoughts centered around the fight from earlier that day. He had heard things from other mages whom had visited the Temple of Destiny. They mentioned having visions of what the future held for them. He wondered if that was what the "test" was really about. Was it his destiny to be a vampire slayer or something? or was that only a part of it?
By Xylia Edin7 years ago in Filthy
Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue
Chapter 1—Five to One My family can be a bit stressful, especially on road trips. My grandmother was sick so my parents and all of my five siblings came together from different parts of the country to drive to see her in Virginia Beach. My older sister, Laura moved there recently so we were staying with her.
By B.B Cummings7 years ago in Filthy
Locura
I had a reputation for collecting anything that held rare and intricate beauty. Stunning old homes restored to their former glory, foreign cars with sleek lines and perfectly imperfect engines that could be heard from miles away, ambitious women who never let the stars in their eyes dim for any man who dared to close them. I mostly craved for oddities, trinkets and paintings everyone dismissed with quick glances and poor taste.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Strike Me Gently
"Holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and hoping the other person dies." Such a statement of truth and as cliche as they come. It's commonality echos through all social structures of today. Experiencing the short hand of poisoning myself with such pointlessness, revenge was the only way to counter act the inclination of holding onto your hatred for someone. But revenge? Such a fickle concept. An idea that can either taint you from deep within your core or slowly seep through to the surface of your being, regardless of whether you are wearing a facade of deception, it will destroy the 'picture-perfect' image you so desperately try to portray of yourself. Against the initial satisfaction it lends, it rapidly morphs into something quite soul destroying. Revenge consumes you like a destructive disease of the mind, next to impossible to resist it's tantalising pulls.
By Sarah Schneider7 years ago in Filthy
For You I Will - Chapter Four
Family Time You left the door ajar when you backed out, allowing me to hear the conversation from inside the bathroom. "I've made sautéed salmon with chimichurri and fresh garlic roasted potatoes. Also, crab risotto, and a caprese salad." Your voice was high pitched.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
For You I Will - Chapter Three
Author's note: For those of you who are here for the smut, it's temporarily been put on hold. I promise it will return in the next chapter. Also, from here on out, there will be graphic topics that aren't suited for some audiences. I in no way condone sexual or physical abuse nor do I condone child abuse.
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington7 years ago in Filthy
Love, Lust, and Lies Chapter 3
'I can't believe he's not here,' Cassie thought to herself. It was Sunday morning at the gym and there was no sign of the mystery man. Cassie felt really low and struggled to get motivated in her workout. She tried to mentally shake herself, telling herself it was stupid to let this effect her so much, he might be ill or busy, its not a big deal. She stayed a lot later than usual just in case he was running late, but no luck, she'd just have to wait until next weekend and hope he was there.
By Natalie Fraser7 years ago in Filthy
Ashley Graham: The Amazon's Last Stand, Part Two
(Head here. The whole story, uncensored.) There was a part of him that was sad as well; the Amazon had been a very receptive, very vocal, very enjoyable lover. She’d lowered herself to her knees when he pulled away his loincloth, his monstrous manhood oozing essence de Ogre. Knowing the end of her time on Earth was drawing to a close, she’d wasted no time in wrapping her mouth around the mushroom head, softly suckling the mouthful of sensitive flesh filling her jaws. Her hungry moans mixed beautifully with the ogre’s satisfied grunts, big brown doe eyes looking up at the creature who had defeated her in battle taking his well-earned reward. As much as he’d wanted to ram his entire, two-foot length down the girl’s throat, he was more than happy to simply have the Amazon suck him off, her strong hands massaging his balls, coaxing more and more cream out of them and up into the shaft of his dick. Guth-ar yanked Ashleigh’s head away from his crotch when he came, in fear of drowning the woman with his seed if his glans had remained in her mouth.
By Mister Zulu7 years ago in Filthy
The Seductive Therapist Part 2
Solemnly, I walk down the aisle as though I had carried a casket down to the altar for a loved one, as I stepped through the doors, I was hit by a wave of journalists, and for my own safety ushered to the back with the woman who saved my life, Elsa, my brother, and a police officer.
By andre kappa7 years ago in Filthy
