Short Story

With the last of her resolve, she urges all of her strength to push him away. Her short finger nails breaking parts of the skin of his chest, other marks will appear as crescent bruises during the next few hours. She, of course, doesn't realize as she continues her action. He does, backing away from the girl, his breath coming in quick

My eyes and body trembled as his grip on me tightened. “N-no…” I squeaked. Master’s eyes glared at me and his other hand was held out to the side of my thigh as if he were about to smack my leg. “I-I mean I don’t want to be punished! I-I do want to s-sleep w-with Master! Don’t hit me, please! Please, M-Master! I’m sorry!” I yelped as I lowered my waist to the floor, away from his hand as I tried to wiggle and jerk myself out of his tight grip.

His lips met mine and slowly pushed down my clothes. I gasped as he sucked at my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

He slams me into the window, the glass digging deeper into my back. Again and again, he pulls me back and smashes my body into the window. I choke for air, my nails prying at his hand. His grip suddenly loosens as he just holds me through. I stop struggling and actually look at him.

He ran his hands up her naked torso, stopping at her breasts, tracing them with the tip of his fingers. “Absolutely perfect,” he moaned, as he roughly cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples. He started kissing her neck and gave her nipples a pinch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. His lips ghosted against her neck, moving lower past her collarbone towards her breasts where they were on the attack. Breathy moans and gasps escaped her parted lips in response.

The group concluded that, at nearly five-past, the gnats would have to go hungry and they filed out of the booth. They slipped past Evan without much more than a cursory word-- whether the presence of two known staff members assuaged him or it was just in his nature to be completely unperturbed by a quintet of off-the-clock individuals stepping confidently past the Employees Only sign was unclear.

“The annual cycle of its killings? And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. Like some kind of fertility right. I even checked with a professor who found the exact god that we are dealing with,” Fay answered.

We’re going to head East towards Europe from here. We will be crossing the Atlantic Ocean via underground tunnels. We are going to need lots of water for this trip. The next safe house is at least 200 miles away. That means we will be sleeping in the underground tunnels. There will be lots of people at these safe houses though, it will be easy to get lost.

Over the course of his years upon this earth, Draco Malfoy had seen many shocking things, mostly thanks to his psychotic - and mercifully deceased - Aunt Bellatrix and her sadistic ophidian Dark Lord. Yet despite all of the horror he'd witnessed during the last war, no act of violence, no streak of depravity, no one person had ever, ever come close to shocking him nearly as much as Hermione Granger just had.

“All of them fought to get that room. It was a privacy issue I guess; well Oliver won,” Mr. Ackroyd told him. “He’s the quietest one, often has times that he prefers being alone. He’s very social otherwise. They all have loads of friends.” He decided that Neil could go up there another time. Oliver would take him.

Perhaps the oddest part of moving in with her uncle was the archaic list of rules that outlined how all house guests should act. It was handed to her shortly after decorating her room and presented with minimal conversation before he hustled back to his study. The office itself wasn't off limits like the mysterious room connected to the wine cellar, but the girl couldn't even construct a narrative that would remotely grant her access under plausible means. With the self-care rules and the strange forbidden place, the entire mansion felt anything but homey. Alone in any room she felt an odd presence; the same sensation one had while being followed down a dark alley. It was an oppressive sensation that she could practically feel each morning

It has been a long 2 years for me. After Johnny and Dally died, nothing has been the same in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I guess I was right, we could get along without anybody but Johnny. The whole gang began getting in arguments about every little thing. That caused the gang to part ways. Steve and Sodapop found a better job that they could both work at in Oklahoma City a few months ago. Two-Bit just left town one day after one of the arguments and we haven’t seen him since. Darry is the only thing in this town that hasn’t changed. He still is a roofer and pays the taxes and bills. Cherry kept trying to talk to us greaser but I was the only one who actually talked to her. She stopped talking to me after a few months anyway. She went off to college

Last week, dressed in her tailored suit and mile-high red heels, Morgana walked into the neighborhood watering hole in the Bronx. The pub was dim, crowded, and smelled like stale beer and musky cologne, but despite the irritating odor, she enjoyed the drinks and the laid-back atmosphere, even if she stuck out like a sore thumb when she came dressed in business attire straight after work. But that didn’t really matter, because she and her crowd were celebrating Merlin’s master’s degree by consuming nachos, wings, and beer. It was a fine night to let loose and chow down on greasy food. After all, this was Merlin, who worked so hard at his two jobs, teaching grade school and tutoring disadvantaged kids at the community center, all while

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

“How many times do I have to tell you to let go of me?!” She screams sharply, tugging and pulling violently against the secured fist gripped around her delicate wrists that were leaving ugly, purple bruises and cuts on her colorless skin.