Myles Price_This is Not My Beautiful House_Andante of the Hand_THE REAPER'S CONVOY
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Myles Price
CW: strong language, violence In the year 2912, the month of Ulani, or shall I say, "14/10/2912," in the world of Tyrenkia. My name is Myles Price, age eighteen and 5'7、5 foot tall, and I am a black teenager who just graduated from high school. Yeah me. Now that is what's up. It's another day at my workplace; I hate it. In most places I work from before, the bosses that I meet are nothing but assholes. It seems hopeless to get a cool, chilling boss to get along with from trading one boss to another. It's always a yes boss, okay boss, and I'm going now, boss. ...
This is Not My Beautiful House
TW: violence, kidnapping, rape It was the sound of voices that woke me. I lay still for a moment trying to figure out who was talking. As far as www.onedoor.ccI knew we didn't have any guests and since our son had moved out last month, my husband and I lived alone. As I continued to lie there listening, I began to notice small things that clued me to the fact that something was very wrong. Number one; the voices weren't speaking English, and B; the surface I was laying on was definitely not my soft, comfortable bed. The last thing I remembered was doing shots of tequila in the kitchen of the restaurant we h...
Andante of the Hand
"Breathe it in with every stroke. Take it nice and slow, no rush. " came the low, mesmerizing voice on the cassette, giving instructions. The sound of a slow, even paced breath escaped the lips of the young man sitting at an old fashioned writing desk. He was hunched over the little desk, with his brown, wavy locks dangling and almost touching the surface while he focused his concentration on the paper illuminated by the light of a small desk lamp.After a few minutes, he leaned back in his chair and decided to take a small break to stretch his legs in the darkened room. The stars outside were ...
THE REAPER'S CONVOY
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you J]EL CASA CUATRODimly lit luminesce. The cheers of glee audibly roared coming from the sea of men present to watched the silhouette behind closed doors. An array of light, distinct hue and coloured panels ruptured the satisfaction the moment that the music became much slower. Beat awoken bestial pleasure. The primal whistled channel their disgusting drools.You make it look like it’s magic ‘Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you I’m never confusedHer lips protruded...