Body Stories

I want her to be mine and mine alone No one can have her except me "What an ass like damnn the way her body move as she bounced her ass off" The way how she gets shy when i look at her the way how she smiled when she's playing with my child the way how she warms my heart every time i look at her beautiful face Ohh how i wished she could be mine already, nooo not wished she will be mine not soon not ever now I can't wait to have her under me how she doesn't know what affect she have of me no thick woman has ever made me like this except her I am so obsessed with this woman i cant take it anymore i have to make her mine if i dont i think i will really kill myself or worse maybe something to her Ohh godd why is he staring at me like that and smirking why is my pussy getting wet every time he looks at me and why those hazel eyes make my heart beat so fast it's like it will pop out of my chest „How I wish he could be mine... but he'll never be, because I'm not perfect. I'm just an unknown woman with the biggest ass ever 🍑, and he probably only likes slim girls or ones who are just a little thick 🥺😖" Imani is shy, loving, and deeply insecure about her body, often wishing she were more like her confident best friend, Amoya. Though Amoya constantly reassures her of her beauty, Imani struggles to believe it. Their lives shift when they meet two charming men and their children, whose innocence draws them together. Through kindness, patience, and love, one man helps Imani shed her fears and discover her strength, confidence, and self-worth. Alessandro is dangerous, emotionally scarred, and hardened by a hateful ex-wife. His only priority is his son, Seth-until meeting Imani and Amoya. Drawn to the women his child adores, Alessandro feels his darkness weaken as obsession and desire take hold. Alongside Dimitri, he becomes determined to claim the women who changed everything.

Alex Stuart, the newest sophomore at the prestigious Denver Prep High School gets roped into a scheme to uncover the secrets of Maya Sharp- Denver's top student. But instead of uncovering intel on Maya, the discoveries made pertain more to Alex; her morality, attraction and sense of self. Bonds are made, trust is broken and identities are questioned. Leaving Alex wondering the kind of person she's becoming.

Aurora Payne sold her soul to buy her more time against her cancer diagnosis. Now, the Devil has collected his due. But Aurora soon finds out that Hell isn't anything like she had once conceived it to be. Hell is not just a jail for those who have sold their souls, it's a prison for the most destructive entity in the universe: the Horde. An ancient deity akin to a black hole, the Horde is the mother of all demons and nightmares. The Celestials constructed Hell over 8,000 years ago to be its prison, and the humans sent there to be its food. Yet, something is stirring beneath Hell's foundations. The chains around the Horde are fraying, a plot is gathering among the demon courts, and Aurora doesn't yet grasp how tightly those chains have wound around her. Annunciation, book one of the HORDE series, follows Aurora's descent into a hierarchy of monsters who all want something from her, and a Devil who's just realized he wants her most of all. A dark gothic romantasy featuring:
 - slow-burn romance
 - infernal court politics
 - morally gray demons
 - enemies-to-something-worse
 - monstrous femininity
 - horror & mystery elements
 - possessive tension
 - "who did this to you?" energy
 - emotional corruption arcs Content Warnings:
 This series contains mature themes including graphic violence, horror imagery, gore, psychological distress, coercive power dynamics, sexuality, nudity, profanity, themes of death and damnation, and later depictions/references of sexual violence. Explicit content is off-page here - this is a censored/faded version, with links to find explicit content elsewhere. Posted every Tuesday and Thursday without fail. Note: HORDE was written in advance to serializing here and is registered with the US Copyright Office. I only post on RR and Wattpad under TheHordeWorks, and on Patreon as "Horde by A.E. Payne". If you find my work anywhere else, it was not posted by me. Please do let me know.

A young Dragonnoid finds himself lost in the city's sewers, where he becomes the target of a grotesque, shapeshifting horror that stalks the darkness of the sewers.

Harry accidentally switches bodies with the Slytherin Ice Queen. Ron's a lovesick dog, Draco's realizes money isn't too important, Ginny's in love with a ferret, and Neville realizes that maybe he likes loud. Sixth year AU so yay we don't have to deal with Umbridge!

To fix the blueprint, you have to become part of the structure. Trapped between a decaying slum and a paradise that never existed, Flint finds himself transformed from a seeker into a human anchor. But in a world where holding your shape feels like holding a scream, the biggest danger isn't the void underneath, it's the man holding the lens.

"One day, everyone becomes the person they once hated, Marushka." Her skin was as white as a snowflake. It was difficult to tell where her dress ended and her skin began. Her dark brown hair, tied neatly into a bun, framed a pair of jet-black doe eyes that gazed upon the world with unwavering hope. Standing barefoot upon the snow as though she could not feel the cold, Marushka was, in truth, a very ugly woman. The hope and kindness within her had grown so immense that they defied both inner beauty and human nature. This ordinary woman, trapped in a body incapable of feeling pain, was a masterpiece. "I don't hate anyone." "What about Alexander?" "He's simply a thoughtful man who writes to me regularly." "You truly don't know, do you, Marushka?" "Know what, sir?" Marushka looked utterly innocent. She knew nothing. Nothing about Marushka's Game, nor about Alexander's obsession with her. She was too much for this world, and even more so for humanity. No person could possibly be that hopeful, that innocent. And yes... I was right. No one could.

A new body, a new life and new questions. Normally all these things would mean the world to a soul, the chance to experience everything for the first time. But what happens when the questions asked reveal dark truths. What happens when a Seeker, the heroes meant to protect soul society from the wild humans begins to question soul philosophy. What happens when a seeker goes rogue. This is a work of fanfiction that is based on the story "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer.

~Chicklit short story contest finalist~ For Chloe Mills, her life starts to go pear-shaped when she turns thirty. Her boyfriend has just left her and soon even her job as a personal shopper at a department store is threatened by recession. Can Chloe get her life back on track with the help of her crazy pal Bianca and her hunky boss Mark?

we could be so similar

A fragmented novel about the body, desire, pentecostalism, shame, tenderness, sexuality, exhaustion, faith, and collapse. Part confession, part case file, part residual memory, the novel follows scenes that refuse to disappear: hospitals, prayers, erotic encounters, family violence, humanitarian journeys, masculinity, dissociation, and the strange persistence of the body after emotional rupture. This is not a story searching for purity or redemption. It is an open archive.

A Foreword to the Tale (From a fragment of parchment found in the ruined scriptorium of St. Mary's, circa 1349, copied in a later hand) In the shadowed years of the Black Death, when death walked the roads more surely than any king, there came a time of wandering knights. Men without banner or lord, their armour dulled by rain and grief, their swords sheathed more often than drawn. Some sought relics. Some sought penance. Some sought only to outrun the plague that devoured whole villages in a single night. Yet among them moved others-few in number, fewer still spoken of openly-whose armour was not steel but something older, something brighter beneath the skin. They carried no crest, swore no oath to mortal princes, and asked no payment save the chance to stand between the living and the dark that pressed ever closer. This is one such tale, preserved in whispers among the sisters of St. Mary's Convent, in the year when the heavens themselves seemed to weep. A knight came to their gates in the rain, bearing no name worth remembering and a burden heavier than any mortal should carry. He spoke little, yet his presence stilled the wind for a moment. The sisters, weary from tending the dying and burying the dead, did not turn him away. What passed within those stone walls that night is not written in any chronicle of kings or bishops. It survives only in the quiet memory of candlelight, in the echo of a door opening to the storm, in the soft click of rosary beads, and in the strange peace that settled over a child who should have died. They called him the Knight of Light, though he never claimed the title. They called the darkness that knocked at their door the Devourer of Hope, though it left without devouring. And they called the meeting between them a miracle, though neither knight nor devourer named it so. This is their story - or as much of it as the stones and the sisters dared to keep. The Knight and the Darkness

"I could feel the cold surrounding me, a chill crawling up my spine. I could feel it in my bones, like a frozen breath flowing through my body. It was the dead of winter and the thin material of my jacket did nothing to ward off the arctic winds gusting through the night. It was dark, my eyes unable to discern anything in the inky blackness. A feeling of unease clawed at me, the hairs at the back of my neck raising. Someone or something was watching me. My neck snapped to the side on instinct, and that's when I saw it. Two glowing orbs sat up high, glaring directly at me. Eyes, they were eyes, glowing green eyes. The eyes moved, coming closer, coming into the light of the moon. A figure emerged, the body lean and dangerous, razor sharp claws protruded from silken black paws, it's back raised as if ready to pounce . It was a cat, but as my luck would have it, a black cat." Katerina Levou lived alone, in desolation and silence. Accidents follow her everywhere, along with death and misery. Never staying in one place long enough to do damage, she remained friendless and isolated. Abruptly, everything changes when a black cat crosses her path. The cat seemed immune to all her accidents and anguish, leaving her to believe she might have a lifelong companion in the making, but there is something dangerous, something sinister about this particular cat. There's something strange about the way it watches her with those eerie, almost human eyes, something bizarre about his mannerisms and nature, something completely abnormal about the destruction that follows him. Nathaniel Everly was a dangerous spell caster, black magic pumping through his veins, a darkness deep inside his heart. He cast spells to cause destruction, to destroy his enemies, to exact his revenge, until an ancient curse backfires and he finds himself trapped in another body. The Blood Moon Chronicles Book One Paranormal Romance

Hale Waterbaker lives a boring, monotonous, life until the man of his dreams, Thad Black, moves in with him. This is a story of their love unfolding and their journey though high school.

More teenage campers and counsellors arrive at Camp Crystal Lake on Friday, June 13, 2024, as Jason Voorhees continues his reign of horror by burying his victims in the woods. The chilling ninth sequel to "The Camp of Legend".

Daily entries in the diary of a fat girl..... Cover image found on internet. ***Published - 26 May 2017***** ******Ongoing******

In this report, I will tell you how the human body works and the different parts

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

I basically talk about the daily life of being an overweight person, if your interested, doesn't matter your body size read the story, I just wanted to write what I feel, if you like it make sure to give it a star and I'll make sure to make a new chapter. Feel free to leave any comments! Enjoy!