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Almost given up

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What is Almost given up

อ่านนิยาย Almost given up โดย ผู้เขียน David_Kyng ที่เผยแพร่บน WebNovel.The story talks about John , who had a passion for football at the early age of six , he admired and aspired to be like his favorite players , but in his path to reach the topmost top , he has to go t...

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The story talks about John , who had a passion for football at the early age of six , he admired and aspired to be like his favorite players , but in his path to reach the topmost top , he has to go through roadblocks , will he overcome??

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Call me DADDY

"Ahhh.... fuck!" I moaned as he thrust his manhood in a fast pace while caressing my mound. "F-faster... ahh!" I said but on second thought, I moaned. He slowed down and keeps teasing my clit. "Beg." He whispered and bit my earlobe. "P-please.. ohh... fuck... fuck me hard- ahh!" I couldn't finish my sentence when he bumped his manhood roughly inside me. He held my buttcheek tightly while thrusting his hips and I couldn't help my self but moaned loudly. He suddenly pulled his manhood and I was about to complain when he flipped me facing towards him. I saw him placed both of my feet on his shoulder. "What are you- ah!" I moaned when he licked my wetness spreading through my ass. I held his hair tightly and arched my back while he's busy licking my wetness. He stopped and pushed his bulging dick inside my hole making my eyes rolled back because of too much pleasure. "Ahhh! Faster!! Fuck!" I moaned loudly as I dig my nails in his broad shoulder. My voice was already hoarse and I can't keep myself from moaning. "Call me Daddy." He commanded. And I obliged. "D-daddy.." I called. He shoved his thumb into my mouth and I accepted it wholeheartedly. "Suck it while I fuck you hard." He said and I followed him. I licked and sucked his thumb while moaning. "Aym blub- clu...mmbingsh--" I said. "Ahhhh!" I moaned when he thrust deeply inside me and at the same time I came. He gave me more slow thrusts inside me while releasing his milk. I lay down properly while panting. We were both sweating after that mind blowing sex. I felt his hands on my waist while pulling me closer to him. He kissed my shoulder and neck. I am so tired that I didn't hear his words. "Goodnight baby."

solllkkkkkkaa · สมัยใหม่
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Masks & Statues

“A Devil’s Abode,” that’s how any sailor will reply if anyone in the continent questioned them about the island. Some will recount how their ships almost succumbed to the treacherous waves near the island; some will speak in volumes about their narrow escape from a thousand headed beast and some others will send shudder through the listener with tales of blood-curdling screams they heard from the island. Even though most of these tales seems to exaggerate the events and heroism of the narrator, there is no shortage for listeners. The island is a curious mystery for anyone who has heard of it, and what kinds of stories should one expect from a place named ‘Devil’s eye’? Yet the residents of ‘Shell’ Village, the only village on the island, would laugh at these tales. Amidst the protection of the witches, the villagers have only one word for describing their home; peaceful. In a sense it’s very true, the most dangerous thing the village faced in the recent centuries is a rogue wild beast that slipped the scrutiny of the witches, yet even that was dealt swiftly. Since most villagers pride themselves on earning their livelihood through farming or hunting, petty crimes are rare. ‘Shell’ truly is a village content with how their lives are. It must be this sense of security that turned the horrors of past into myths and fairy tales. To the young generation of Shell, tales of Urkeries were nothing but myths, bedtime stories for naughty children, a deterrent for the youth, a campfire story for some old bones who ‘miraculously’ survived after stumbling upon an Urkery. Nevertheless it was a story just like the myths of crimson ghost. But unlike the legends of the nine divine beasts, the myths of urkeries and the crimson ghosts are special to the villagers; they solely belong to them, to the island, nobody in the continent has ever heard of these creatures. So, where does these myths originate? The least popular answer, blames everything on the grandmothers who don’t want children’s near the ‘notorious’ yellow mist forest. However, the village’s conspiracy theorists have two more explanations. The first one gives all the credit to the village Chiefs, who use this fear to control the villagers for generations. But this theory got mediocre acceptance, primarily because it didn’t make sense, and mainly because of the third theory is much more enticing– the witches. Rumor has it that, before her unexplained disappearance, the first witch gifted a treasure to the witches. It’s this treasure that is responsible for their long life and youthful appearance. Naturally, the witches concocted stories to hide the treasure from the villagers. Many brave souls made their journey into the mist, seeking this mysterious fortune, never to return, adding more mystery to the myth. Along with these speculations and centuries of peace guaranteed by the protection of witches, the villagers were so relaxed, unlike the beast infected continent; they have nothing to fear on the island. However, everything fell apart one evening, it started with the screams of a farm boy at the border of the village. Then screams spread the entire village, along with many winged creatures. They dyed the sky and soil red. To the survivors Urkeries were no longer a myth but a nightmare that will make their spine shiver. They yearned to escape the island forever, but what had protected them until now becomes their cage - the coven. The coven and its witches were adamant in containing both the monsters and the villagers on the island. They would have been successful in this endeavour if not for the one witch that escaped the island, along with her six-month-old nephew. From that day forth, both the coven and the Urkeries are after them, in a relentless pursuit to bring them back to the island.

Neo_leo · แฟนตาซี
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Hétero? Isso foi antes de te conhecer

( DISPONÍVEL APENAS NO MANGATOON) O que significa amar? Uns dizem ser sinônimo de sofrer, ideia a qual não posso discordar. Afinal, difícil achar alguém que não tenha chorado por outro, tanto quanto é conhecer qualquer um que não tenha chifres escondidos por entre uma cabeleira colorida ou até uma careca reluzente. Você sabe do que eu tô falando, aqueles imaginários que só quem é amigo vê. Só quem é amigo sabe. Bom, isso é se você não pegar ou for um daqueles que todo mundo conhece, se for esse o caso, a praça toda sabe, se é que ao ler " a praça " você entenda como sendo "todo mundo", só pra enfatizar sua situação . Sim, estou falando dos famosos cornos. Enquanto isso, uns dizem ser sinônimo de felicidade, ideia que um dia já descordei. Alguém que se embriaga no bar a cada término não consegue concordar com isso. Posso garantir que a primeira coisa que os tais desses alcoólatras por conveniência pensam é : esses romancistas de lente cor de rosa não passam de flores não desfloradas, se é que me entendem quando digo isso, que sequer beijaram na vida. São aqueles tais leitores de mangás... loulo? shoujo? Tanto faz! E de livros de romance principe-princesa dos contos de fadas; veem desenho 'xingling', animo... amine? Não sei bem o nome e sequer me importa isso! Lembrando que isso são eles que dizem, não eu! Os da conveniência, lembra? Eu sei o preço de me meter com otakus e otomes. Não me levem a mal, mas eu me importo com a minha vida... Quanto a mim? No máximo, já fui o bebum depressivo do bar, que fica vendo de longe os amigos curtindo enquanto baixa aquela carranca que ninguém leva a sério, mesmo sequer estando tão triste assim, só pro pessoal te consolar. São nesses momentos que você percebe que ninguém se importa. Mas quem nunca, mesmo depois de chegar nessa conclusão, insistiu no próprio teatro por puro orgulho? Não sei vocês, mais eu já fui desses... Espera! O que estou fazendo? Não estamos aqui para falar de meu passado deplorável, mas sim de como descobri o que é verdadeiramente se apaixonar. Sim, agora jogo pro outro lado. Não, talvez jogo pro Cristopher se encaixe melhor.

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