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    • chapter seventeen

      by Quinn Hawthorne   His husky voice, filled with tenderness, greeted me with a simple, “Hi, sweetheart.” When I didn’t respond or make any sound to continue the conversation, he chuckled. “Didn’t sound like what you expected me to sound?” “Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting,” I said breathlessly. And it was the truth. I didn’t know what I was expecting. In fact, I didn’t think I even expected him to be real. I mean, I knew he was real. Someone had to be speaking to me and using…
    • chapter twenty-four

      by Quinn Hawthorne   There was something about putting your hair up in a high bun, wearing a lab coat, and having a smartwatch decorating your wrist that made you feel so professional and like you could accomplish everything on your to-do list. However, the screaming behind me was getting on my nerves. I was honestly surprised he hadn’t lost his voice by now. After another thirty seconds of uninterrupted screaming, I slammed my hands on my desk and screamed back as loud as I could. He immediately fell…
    • chapter twenty-nine

      by Quinn Hawthorne A moan escaped my lips as I awoke to the sensation of something silky and hard moving inside of me while pressure rubbed firmly against my hard clit. The next thing I felt was the tickling sensation of a fabric gliding against my entrance with every powerful thrust. The sensation jolted through me, causing my back to arch and my hands to strain against their restraints until the realization washed over me. I was helplessly tied to my bed. Not only was I tied to my bed, but I was also being fucked in it.…
    • Epilogue

      by Quinn Hawthorne As I knelt by Saul’s grave, overlooking the rolling green hills that surrounded the small town of Hollow Creek, my heart swelled with bittersweet emotions. In my hands was a bouquet of the most vibrant, fragrant flowers from my own garden. Their petals were like velvet, their colors akin to the brilliant, bleeding sunset across the horizon of the endless sky. “Hey, Saul,” I breathed, my voice soft and reverent, echoing through the still air. The graveyard was silent, empty save for me and my…
    • prologue

      by Mae Celeste Something entered my waters, something that shouldn't be here. I could feel its emotions from my resting place amongst the sand miles away, judging by the faintness, and I could tell it was human by the taste of the complexity of their delicious despair. It's been so long since I have feasted upon a human, especially one that has seemingly already accepted death. I was practically salivating as my tentacles and ink propelled me forward toward them. As I got closer, I saw their body sinking further into…
    • chapter one

      by Mae Celeste I always found the smell of the sea so cleansing. It was one of the reasons why I chose a cruise for our vacation. I was desperate to get out of the city just for a little bit to breathe. Even though it took some convincing and a lot of budgeting, I finally got everyone a ticket. Today, the sky was clear as the seagulls sang the song of their people over the horizon. The air was a little crisp, but the sun packed in so much heat that the cold air felt almost nonexistent under the rays. I gripped the…
    • chapter three

      by Mae Celeste The light shining on my face made me raise my arm over my eyes to block it, but as my skin touched the back of my eyelids did I remember I wasn't supposed to be here. I can't even fucking kill myself right. I turned my sore and achy body away from the window and hugged my knees to my chest underneath the thin sheet that covered me. The room was bright, decorated in soft blues and creams. Even though I didn't get a good look, I could tell the window was open because it let in a salty sea breeze,…
    • chapter nine

      by Mae Celeste Ulf had to carry me back because my legs would collapse every time I tried to stand. He cradled me to his chest like I was the most precious thing he could ever be holding. I didn't even want to look around while we were walking. I just want to bury myself in his fur and breathe in his scent. So I did. He seemed to accept that because a low rumbling growl was emitting from the back of his throat, almost as if he was purring. I only knew when we arrived back at the house when his strides cut short.…
    • chapter eight

      by Mae Celeste I was not greeted with the cheery face of Hemming the next morning. Instead, there was a bowl of fruit and a note saying there was oatmeal he had made and juice in the fridge. Also, letting me know he didn't want what he made me to go bad before I got to enjoy it. Which was sweet but still didn't dull the disappointment I felt knowing he wasn't there waiting for me. "Liliana?" Ulf called out from outside. Oh, the perfect distraction. Ulf entered the house, having to duck his head because his large…
    • chapter seven

      by Mae Celeste I woke with a moan on my lips as I writhed in my bed. I could still feel the impressions of the tentacles holding me down, fucking me within an inch of my life. Once my overheated body calmed down enough, my brain started to pick up the context clues. That dream felt so real… almost too real. I was already fucked by tentacles? …Hemming? The rage burned bright in me as I threw the covers off to get dressed and find that son-of-a-bitch. I found him leaning against a rock while his lower…
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