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Today

Leituras 24
Votos 3
Capítulos 3
Tempo 14m

Leituras 24
Votos 3
Capítulos 3
Tempo 14m

Envelope after envelope, forgotten day after forgotten day, what will happen to 1450078D. She just does what she's told, but is there a way out of the place she calls home?

Excerpt:

BEEP BEEP BEEP! That's what I wake up to. I've woken up to that sound everyday for the past three years. It's not an alarm, it's the sound my door makes whenever anyone comes in.

I'm confined to my one room. My room isn't anything special, it's all gray, there's a toilet and a sink. I also have a bed, a desk, and a chair as usual. There's one window, but it just leads to the hall.

Kathy walks in and puts an envelope on my desk. I'm used to this by now. Kathy brings me an envelope, I open it and read it, I complete my tasks for the day, I come back and repeat. Although I remember every time I've opened an envelope, but I don't remember what's in the envelope or anything after opening it.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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That I Would Be Good, de Somethingtrue

"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

HIDDEN LETTERS , de authorminaa

A transfer girl fall in love with the popular guy. But what will happen when she caught a disease and decide to write her unspoken letters to her beloved? would she survive to tell him her pure feeling or will she sleep forever and kill the hope they both built together? *********** I have been watching you, observing in school premises for almost a week now and I have confirmed that people know so less about you. That actually makes me wonder who you actually are when no one's looking? *********** I asked you if you could read to me and how shocking you looked after that. Was it too intimadating to you my sunshine? *********** I wasn't sure someone was as capable as you were of kindness. But you were. I thought you were kind because you weren't getting the kindness you wanted to recive once. But you proved me wrong. Thank you for choosing my book.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 [18+], de GoddessofUnderworldd

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦? My ass barely perched on the edge of a desk in this casting studio. My back was arched, my legs bent up to my stomach, my body covered in small droplets of sweat, small whimpers left my mouth as nine inches of pure bliss were balls deep inside me. He was thrusting hard like his life depended on it. Or maybe it did, because he was close. There were only two other people in the room. A camera man and another man sitting on the office chair behind this desk looking at the scene infront of him with interest. He held my fate in his hands tonight. "Come for me, baby." The one fucking me said in a deep yet strained voice. I heard movement in the chair and someone ran his hands in my damp hair and lightly tucked them back. My amber eyes met his green ones. My eyes rolled back as I came. His smirk told me he knew who I came for.

Playing His Games, de loukeet

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

Indecorous, de rosieredness

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

Watching, de KoriKobzina

"Walter tells Stephen to move back so he can see his c*ck better. I noticed his grunting slowing down so it' s not a surprise. This is the third time my husband has had me have sex with our basement tenant. I used to like Stephen so that's the part of about all of this that most depresses me." The first in a series of short stories in "The D-Word" collection, "Watching" is the story of a young immigrant to Canada named Kali. After graduating from high school she is married off by her father to a much older family friend who she soon discovers has an unusual hobby. Walter is physically repugnant to Kali and she's extremely grateful he does not have sex with her. But she wonders what he does in his room where he increasingly spends most of his time. After Walter loses his job he renovates his basement and selects an attractive university student, Stephen, as the tenant. A few months later he informs Kali that they will be visiting the basement apartment and Stephen the following evening and that she needs to get a good night's sleep and bathe following work the next day. This story is based on a divorce case I edited many years ago while working at my first job as a legal editor for a publishing company. As I edited these cases I learned over and over again that truth can indeed be stranger and even kinkier than fiction.

THE THERAPIST, de arrally

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The Broken Boy (UPDATE), de DoomMage

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𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘��𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 [18+] cover

Playing His Games cover

Indecorous cover

THE THERAPIST cover

The Broken Boy (UPDATE) cover

That I Would Be Good

"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.