Adym: A Fictional Narrative

"Is there a reason as to why you dragged me over here?.” Y/N whisper yelled. “I was expecting a hello but I’ll take what I can get,” Jason said with a smirk. You had this weird feeling in your stomach and the fact he was looking you dead in the eyes made it well worse. Usually, his eyes held little to no emotion but when he was with you it changed. You know exactly what he was thinking by just looking at him.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

“No I’m brushing my teeth first.” Steve said and Bucky nodded and went back to the couch When Steve came out he frowned.

It was dark outside and the moon and the stars had already made their way up on the sky. Tonight was a night like any other: Bucky had gone to the bar to pick up a nice dame, only this time he went home a little earlier than intended. He fumbled with the keys once he had reached his and Steve's apartment, stumbling inside with a grin when he had finally managed to open the door, obviously very drunk. As usual, Steve was sitting on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap, concentrated on whatever he was drawing while listening to the radio. Bucky made his way to where Steve was seated and leaned over his shoulder, looking at the drawing.

I slid my tongue out and licked his balls. It was incredibly erotic. I could feel Corey’s cock throbbing against my tongue and his hot cum shooting right down my throat. He held tight as his orgasm filled me. I felt hot fluid slide down my throat in rhythmic pulses. His cock was still throbbing, but I had to breathe, so I pulled back and lifted my head. I panted as cum and saliva dripped down my chin.

It wasn't until Ashley pointed out a light down the road did we start to notice the sound of barking. I was so nervous that it was a guard dog to notice Abby escaping my grip. She was running to the light, hollering at the top of her lungs, 'puppy'.

Jack Noonan heard her laughing and became suspicious. He wondered what she was laughing about. He asked her “ What are you laughing at Mary, is it something we said”. “Oh, no” she said. “ I was just thinking of all of the good times me and Patrick had together”. Jack was starting to become suspicious and was wondering if she had anything to do with the murder. He started to become sick after he ate the meat and decided to go home and go to sleep. The next morning he hadn't felt any better since last night. He went back to Mary Molony’s house. He had then realized that he remembered the lamb tasted a little funny like it had a disease. Jack remembered that Patrick had told him that he had been feeling off, just like Jack was now. He had wondered

A hush fell over the crowd as Petie raised his arm for silence, as they waited eagerly to see what this performance was going to show. Timkin, Bruno and Crystal began walking to Petie’s side, diverting the crowd’s attention to them as Petie furtively hid his flute from plain sight up his sleeve.

Tony pushed himself up on the hospital bed, rubbing a sore hand against the gauze on his stomach. Bucky looked up at him from the corner of the bed and smiled lightly.

There was a gradual rise to climatic actions as he began to venture through every crevice of your body. He knew where to touch you which made you smirk as laid kisses all over your neck. James knew what the hell he was doing. You

"Bucky!" Steve yelled, leaning as far out of the gaping hole in the train as he dared. "Grab my hand!" Bucky inched closer, mindful of the loose rail he was clutching for dear life.

Ring, went the bell signaling that fourth period was over. "Yay! We Mr. Bond's class next," I excitedly told my best friend Danniele as we walked out of art. "Ugh, I wish Mrs. Jones taught art at Dean," she said as we walked to class. After the short walk to class, I took my seat next to Danniele and got out my homework. As the bell rang for family time to begin, a guy walks in with a schedule in his hands, Based on that and the whispers around me, I figure out that he's the new kid. The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. That's when it hit me he looked like a kid I knew named Jaymez back in first grade but I wasn't sure. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Quickly I shook the idea from my head and paid attention to what Mr. Bond was saying.

"...n...no." He entered through into a spacious, but strangely empty stage. "Whoa, what is this place?"

Her eyes opened and there was a bright light. She squinted, looking around the room. All white, everything was white. She sat up and got out of her bed, which was white, the sheets white. She stood and immediately her head pounded, her head searing and the room spinning, and she had a new view, a view of the floor, which of course, was white. Suddenly people were lifting her off of the floor, placing her back on the bed, pulling the white covers over her.

I am in a hospital I thought to myself as I came into consciousness. I push