Novels by ognatty1officia

"Papa, she is growing so fast!""Who?""The monster.""Natel, her name is Princess."Sporge argued as he stood from a wooden stool at the edge of his broad parlor. The wall was filled with the heads of varied species of animals. He entered the room and stood behind Natel as he watched Princess laying on a wooden bed constructed by him.The court and the inner court of Nutusel refused Princess the bed of roses which was the honor of any newborn customary born in Nutusel.The same honor was refused to Kharl Axiel because she was a child whose father remained unknown."Princess, the fruits of the spirits, the daughter of Japeek. Oh! Princess, the creation of magic and faith."

Sporge stood behind the door. "It is the hunter of honor!" "Sporge?" "What is happening?" "Why is he here now?" "The monster!" The furor continued as Sporge - the hunter of honor entered the hall carrying Princess in his arms. He stood before the great lord general and took the bow. Great lord general Zandy put low his head in response. Then he stood like he waited for approval from the great lord general before he left his presence. "Quiet! Quiet all of you. Why the cacophony? When did you become unfamiliar with Sporge - the great hunter of honor, the husband of the spirits and darkness? Why the reckless upheaval?" Great lord raised his voice in outrage to

Papa Nouriza Nouriza was the name of one of the honored men of Nutusel. She was in her late 80s and, was the third oldest honored man of Nutusel.The honored men of Nutusel abandoned their last names to take up their first as last names. Since they will have to evacuate their husband's homes and live in the Tower of Nutusel forever.Papa Nouriza Nouriza laid flat on her silver customized bed. Papa Nouriza Nouriza's bed was customized because she was heavyweight. She was rumored to be the fattest living thing in Nutusel.Miiza, papa Nouriza's chambermaid drove her fingers slowly from her shoulders to her hips as she massaged her. She laid half-naked with her head boosted.&n

"Huh! Hugh!"The great lord general held tight to the rears of the golden constructed bed as he thrust his penis in and out of the Duchess' vagina. She sat on the top of the bed leaning against its rears."Mmm! Yes!""You enjoying yourself, my Duchess?"She tried to respond but she could not. She moaned slowly as the great lord general thrust her vagina faster.He pinned his hands on her hips and began to slide his hard averaged penis into her vagina slowly. He pulled it out and slid it in again, then he repeated the same process again and again."I love this, my rock."She mumbled.He continued to penetrate her boisterously

"The undertaker has taken Rebecca Batard."The hall was filled with stillness. The great lord general sat on his throne, lost in notions. "My great lord general, what should we do?"One of the honored men Nutusel inquired."What should we do?"The great lord general reacted with a heart full of sorrows."Yes, my great lord general.""My papa, we shall mourn the dead and celebrate the newborns - Dirk Stund and Rebede Jama!""Yes, my great lord general."They chorused a response as they walked to the great lord general and knelt before him."Go now to the papa of Nutusel. Tell her we h

He took out his shears from his waist bag, then he put the baby's umbilical cord in between his left thumb and index fingers and pinned it tightly, very close to his navel. Then he clipped the umbilical cord just above his fingers."It is a boy.""A boy?""Yes, Rebecca. We have a son."Batard chuckled joyfully. Tears of joy rolled down Rebecca's cheek as she chuckled too.She had Kharl Sterg newborn on her right arm and her newborn on her left arm. She looked into Batard's and grinned."Rebecca, my darling, he is beautiful.""Yes!"She chuckled again."They look cute and, even more, cute together."He rubbed Rebecca's left cheek gently."Yes. Con

"So, Mike, you pass em to me and I pass em to Ashh. Ashh, you pour the contents into the small tank.""Alright. "They chorused a smile."Guys, can we grub a weed crusher from anyone, please? Um! This white bucket contains some liquid extracted from cooked grass. Please, Mike, you need to pour this one by yourself; I mean I'on know if she can handle the big stuff."The crowd cheered and gabbled. She laughed and smiled at me and I did the same.Mike lifted the white bucket and Zoom assisted him to pour the extracts into the tank. The random guy behind us passed a crusher to me and I passed it to Mike."Pass me the tabs, Mike."He handed over the two capsules to me."Guys, we've got two caps of Mitsubishi, our gate pass to LA LA land. Mike gon crush em and Ashh go pour em into the tank. DJ Z, please turn up the music a

Screamed Auto as Zoom zoomed off with the California and the packet of rolling paper. Auto and I discussed as we walked to the dance floor. The sound of the music grew louder."G, I think painting his crib all red is quite showy and off code. What you think man?""Loud, his old man painted the crib this way before he bought the fam. He was a 'Wilder' and still a 'Wilder' in heaven. Young lad Zoom represents him on earth now, as a worthy son.”“Yeah, he does.”I responded in my relaxed voice. We continued walking.We came to the sitting room which was however the party ground. The sitting room was quite large and so staggeringly decorated with inordinate red lights and balloons. Most of the guests sat on the sofas and side stools, and the bar stools, the rest stood leaning against the walls. A few guests were dancing while others just smoked and drank. It was pre

"Who the fuck are you nigga?"He spoke in a very deep voice, and I guessed he was faking it."Loud."I replied in my sonorous voice."Yo! Loud, it young lad show today. So check in tomorrow.""Wait, man. Tell young lad Automatic loud makes it louder."He turned away from me and faced backward like he was listening to someone else."Some nigga with loud makes it louder shit."He spoke to someone inside the building."Let my bruh in nigga!"A familiar voice replied. Thank God, it was Auto.Auto's real name was Rick Jefferson Arthur, one would have thought he got his nickname (Auto) from his last name (Arthur) just like I did, but I was wrong.Auto was single-parented just like myself. He lived in the suburb with his poor mom while

NOTE: ALL THE STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.I got up from the bed, walked to the guest fridge, and returned with a bottle of chilled water, I removed the seal and opened it; and fed some water to Maribel. She drank up almost half of the bottle, and I drank up the rest of it. I dropped the emptied bottle on the table and returned to the bed; went on both knees between Maribel's legs and massaged her feet gently.(Sweetheart.)(Yeah baby!)(I know it's been a minute since I hit it, but I want to do something different.)(What do you want to do this time bad boy?)(I want to fuck you in the shower, baby girl.)(Okay! Let's go.)(A minute please, let me play a special song.)

NOTE: STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.I continued sucking her left groin then kissed her right groin and sucked the right leg groin and thigh, then kissed down to the knee, calf, shin, instep, toes, - to the bottom right side of the bed, and sucked all the toes.(Mmm! Nice. I like that.)(You like that, princess?)(Mmm! I do.)She smirked at me.I kissed up to the right nape of her neck, - to the top right side of the bed. I sucked the right ear and nape of her neck. Then I kissed down to her forearm and sucked it, continued kissing to her right fingers, and sucked all the fingers one after the other.(You got me shaking, baby boy.)(Really?)(Yes baby.)(Just relax and be taken care of, my Maribel.)I climbe

Note: STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.She stretched her right hand to the table and carried the plate of ice cream, I collected it from her with my left hand. The plate had only one plastic spoon attached to it, perhaps, because it was meant for me alone. I removed the seal to open it, then took a full spoon and fed it to Maribel first, and filled another spoon for myself.(Hmmm! Purple berry flavored ice cream from the purple queen.)(Yeah! You love it?)(Of course, I do, queen!)She laughed. I fed her another full spoon and some drops spilled on her tities, I licked the drops off her boobs. We continued with the ice cream as we discussed.(You know, when I was a kid - in elementary four, my English teacher asked us to write a composition about our dads. I wrote a ver