Novels by Sommy Pearl

ColbyIt has been five agonizing days since Sally vanished into thin air. I'm still reeling from the shock of her disappearance. She was last seen leaving my room, and neither her roommate nor I have seen her since. I've scoured every corner of the campus, searched her room, and even questioned her roommate thoroughly, but there's no sign of her.Her roommate's words still echo in my mind: "She came in, grabbed a bag, and left without saying a word." I'm consumed by worry, and the uncertainty is suffocating.Allison's tears have become a daily ritual, while Yvonne's silence is a ticking time bomb. Although she hasn't posted the video yet, her anger and resentment towards Sally are obvious.I was torn between feelings of guilt and anger. Why did Sally keep her secret from us? Why did she feel the need to hide her true self? The fact that everyone now knows she can talk seems irrelevant; what matters is that she's gone, and we have no idea if she's safe.Even her mom, Stella, is frantic

SallyI never thought my life would spiral out of control like this. I never imagined I'd be begging for my life, my voice shaking with desperation. Despite its ups and downs, I had grown accustomed to living.Lately, things had started to look up - Allison and I had become inseparable, and I had developed even more feelings for Colby. Even my coach had given me a second chance after I had abandoned the team.But now, all of that seemed insignificant. Harry's menacing grip on my arm brought me back to reality."Wow, Sally," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm impressed. So, you can speak after all? Shit! And I wanted to see how well you would make those mute sounds while I fuck you."I just sobbed, wishing that I had never known him."So, you really know how to talk, don't you?" he suddenly asked, and when I saw a glimpse of his still surprised-looking face, I bit my bottom lip.Furthermore, I remained silent, my heart racing with fear. Harry's fingers tightened around my a

ColbyMy mind wasn't in the room; it was far off, consumed by thoughts of my mom. Lately, I'd been missing her so much. Memories of her flooded my mind, and it felt like it was just yesterday that I was seven years old, crying and trying to follow her."Mom, mom!" I wailed, my little legs moving as fast as they could to catch up with her.But she seemed to be moving farther and farther away, her feet carrying her swiftly toward the waiting car. I ran until my legs couldn't carry me anymore, my breath coming in ragged gasps."Please don't go!" I begged, but she didn't look back. The car door closed behind her, and she was gone.I stopped running, exhausted and defeated. My dad scooped me up from the floor, holding me tightly as I sobbed."Why did she leave?" I asked, my small voice shaking with tears.My dad's face was etched with sadness, and all he could say was, "I'm sorry, son. She's not coming back."He carried me home, my tears soaking through his navy blue shirt. He didn't mind;

SallyThree days had passed since that sultry encounter with Colby. Not a minute—no, not even a second—went by without me remembering his touch, his kisses, our passionate fucking..."Ah!" I screamed in pain as the knife I was using to chop onions on the kitchen counter sliced through my hand.Mia rushed to my side, her hand gripping her phone, her eyes locked on me. She looked utterly shocked, and it wasn't just because I had cut myself, with blood running down my wounded finger, but because I had audibly screamed.Damn it! Ever since that night of my dissociative amnesia with fugue, I had been making sounds I wasn't used to. I had kept quiet for so long, concealing my voice, so why was this happening now?"Hmm... What was that?" Mia asked, scrutinizing me from head to toe.I simply shook my head, which only seemed to make her more suspicious."Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, finally noticing my bleeding hand. "What happened to you?"I shook my head again, and she sighed deeply. "You

ColbyI leaned in closer, my voice a low growl as I pressed my body against hers. "Come on, Sally," I said, my cock throbbing against her stomach. "Beg me. What are you waiting for? Don't you want my cock digging inside and out of your begging cunt?""Jerk," Sally signed, letting out a scoff.Then, she flipped me off, her middle finger high. "I would rather use this," she threw back, gesturing downwards towards her crotch. "Than have your cock anywhere near me."I stared, jaw slack, as Sally hiked up her falling dress and plunged her fingers deep inside herself. Her moan sent shockwaves straight to my aching cock.Dammit, the wet sounds, her lustful gaze boring into me... I fisted my hardened cock, no longer giving a fuck."Damn," I muttered, grabbing her thighs and pushing them back almost to her chest. "You win."Then, I thrust deep, my pierced tip hitting her spot perfectly. She gasped loudly, wriggling, trying to push me in deeper.I watched as my cock slid in and out, slick with

SallyColby's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he read my lips. He slowly reached out and grabbed my throat gently, pulling me closer."Alright, you asked for it," he murmured, his breath hot against my face. His other hand began to unbuckle his belt.It was then I realized he wasn't in his sports pants. Did that mean he never intended to come to practice today?Colby's grip on my throat tightened slightly, his eyes burning into mine with intensity. He shoved his pants down, freeing his already hard cock.Grabbing my hips, he spun me around and bent me over the table. Without warning, he plunged into me, filling me completely in one fierce thrust.I might really scream now. Really."Mmmph..." The low moan escapes your lips, half choked off by his hand around your throat.Each of his powerful thrusts made my body jolt forward, fingers gripping the edge of the miserable shaking table for support. His thick cock stretched me perfectly, hitting just the right spots to make my leg

XavierI narrowed my eyes, and slowly softened the look on my face before letting a smirked crawl over my lips."Did you really think I'd forget you, Alice? Once bitten, twice shy, don't you think?"Alice looked taken aback. "What? You… you remember?""I remember everything, I chuckled, nodding my head. "I was only trying to pull your leg. You know, like those cliché movie scenes."As I spoke, I winced in pain, clutching my chest. Alice had slammed her hand against there, and I could see the anger and grief in her eyes. She was about to hit me again when the doctor intervened, gently prying Alice away. "Ma, please calm down. He's still recovering "She resisted, her eyes flashing with emotion. "No, I won't calm down! Did you see what he just did? He pretended not to know me!"I shook my head, a hint of a smile on my lips. "I'm sorry, Alice. I didn't mean to scare you.""How could you act like you don't know me?" Alice demanded, her voice trembling. "I was worried sick about you. I tho

AliceA WEEK LATERAs I gazed lovingly at my baby, I couldn't help but smile. She was so peaceful, breastfeeding and moving softly in my arms. I saw Xavier's features in her tiny face, and my heart swelled with love.Just then, the door opened, and Xavier's parents walked in, beaming with smiles. "Oh my goodness!" Xavier's mother exclaimed, rushing towards me. "Look at her! She looks just like Xavier!"I smiled warmly, feeling a pang of sadness. "Yes, she does."Xavier's mother cooed over the baby, admiring her tiny features."What about Wendy and her husband?" I asked. "They also promised to see me today.""They'll be here soon," Xavier's father replied. "They just stopped to...visit Xavier first."My eyes clouded with sadness, and I nodded silently. Xavier's father asked gently, "Don't you miss him?"Did he even need to ask? My face showed how much I missed him. It's been a weak already!"I miss him so much…" I replied, my voice trailing off. "But there's nothing we can do now, can

AliceI slowly opened my eyes, wincing in pain. My head throbbed, and my body ached all over. As my gaze cleared, I realized I was in a familiar room - my ex-husband Ethan's bedroom. I sat up with a start, my heart racing.What was I doing here? I looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings. Even the bed was the same one where I'd caught Ethan and my step-sister Kate together. The memory still stung.I tried to piece together how I'd ended up here. Then, it hit me - Ethan had kidnapped me from the shopping mall. I'd been so scared, and now I was trapped.Determined to escape, I stood up, holding my stomach. I was still getting used to my pregnant body. I made my way to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I tried again, but it wouldn't budge.Panic set in. I started banging on the door, shouting, "Let me out now! Let me out before you regret bringing me here! Ethan, Let me go!"But soon, I gave up because he wasn't even answering me and as I stood there, frozen in

XavierI sat in the meeting, surrounded by CEOs and billionaires, discussing business deals and strategies. But my mind kept wandering, my heart skipping a beat for no apparent reason. I rubbed my chest, trying to shake off the odd feeling.Lumber, sitting beside me, noticed my discomfort. "Is everything alright, sir?" he asked, concern etched on his face.I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit...off," I replied, unsure of what was wrong."Maybe you should get some rest, sir?" he suggested. "You've been working non-stop for weeks."But I shook my head, determined to push through. "Let's just finish this up, and then I'll take a break."The meeting finally came to a close, and I stood up, shaking hands with the other executives. As I walked out of the conference room, my secretary handed me a bottle of water. "Here, sir, drink this. It'll help calm your nerves."I took a sip, feeling a bit more centered. Then, I remembered my wife, and how I'd promis

MariaAs I sat in my favorite armchair, reflecting on my life, I couldn't help but think about my son, Xavier. Had I truly given him the best possible life? The answer, I realized with a pang of guilt, was no.I had been a distant, uninvolved mother, never taking the time to understand my son's desires or dreams. Instead, I had dictated his path, choosing his career and making decisions on his behalf, right from a young age.A few years ago, Xavier had brought Phoebe to meet me, telling me about his plans to marry her and how much he loved her. But I had refused to accept her. In my mind, I would choose the perfect woman for my son, and Phoebe didn't fit the bill.So, behind the scenes, I had manipulated events to sabotage Xavier's business, watching with a sense of satisfaction as it crumbled. My son was devastated, unable to understand why his company was failing. Little did he know, it was his own mother who was responsible.I recalled the conversation I had with Phoebe, telling he

AliceI walked slowly down the staircase, gripping a large, brown envelope containing the divorce finalization papers. Reaching the bottom step, I paused, looking up to see Xavier descending towards me. His polished shoes clicked against the stairs, echoing through the hallway.As he approached, he extended a hand, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, this is it. I can officially call you my ex-wife, right?"I smiled, inhaling the scent of his cologne as I took his hand. "Not for long, Xavier," I replied, our handshake brief but firm.We broke apart, and together, we walked towards the car waiting for us outside. The driver stood by the door, tipping his hat as we slid into the backseat.As the car glided smoothly into motion, Xavier turned to me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Divorce has never tasted so sweet," he whispered, his eyes crinkling at the corners.I smiled, my heart skipping a beat. "I can't help but agree," I replied, our lips meeting in a tender, s

Caspian"You're quite dressed up for a fake girlfriend, don't you think?" I asked, my gaze traveling over Ava's stunning, sparkling black dress that featured a tasteful side slit and matching black heels.She rolled her eyes, reluctantly taking my outstretched hand. "I'm just trying to impress your parents, that's all. Don't read too much into it."We quietly made our way inside. My parents were seated, my mother enjoying a slice of apple while my father scrolled through his phone."Oh my goodness!" My mother chuckled, standing up and rushing toward Ava. "You're here!"She smiled brightly, nodding her head. "Yes, Mrs. Wright.""Nonsense!" she laughed. "Call me 'Mother.' You look really beautiful, dear."Ava's expression shifted slightly, but she simply murmured a thank you and allowed my excited mother to lead her away. My mother seemed more excited to see Ava than her own son, whom she hadn't seen in person for two months."Ava Thompson?" my father asked, observing her."Yes, sir," A

AvaCaspian flashed a brief, satisfied smirk and nodded. "Good decision, Ava. Now, come with me," he said, approaching me and taking my hand."Where are we going?" I asked, glancing between him and my confused brother, who wore a scowl of irritation."Don't you want the reporters gone?" Caspian asked, furrowing his brow. "They're obviously waiting for us, and they won't leave until we give them a statement."I pulled my hand free from his. "You don't need to hold my hand through this. We're not exactly a couple, so there's no need to pretend to be the perfect boyfriend."I left before he could respond, my brother following closely behind. As we stepped into the elevator, Caspian joined us, adjusting his tie with a practiced gesture, his poker face unwavering. When the doors slid open next, my eyes met Patrick’s."Hold my hand," I whispered to Caspian, taking his calloused yet warm hand and intertwining our fingers."Good day, sir," Patrick greeted, offering a respectful bow as his eye

Ava"Calm down, Marcel. I... I can explain," I stuttered, instinctively stepping back, knowing my brother’s fiery temper all too well."But aren't you dating Patrick or whatever his name is?" my mother inquired from behind us."I broke up with him," I confessed, biting my bottom lip nervously. "He had a fiancée... he has been using me the whole time.""What the hell! I swear I'll deal with that jerk, but only after I'm done with Caspian," Marcel seethed, his breath heavy with anger."You don't have to worry about them," I sighed."I will because you're my sister. Anyway, you're coming with me!" Marcel growled, grabbing my hand and leading me out."Where are we going to?" I asked, trying to keep up with his pace."Shut up, Ava!" he snarled, shooting me a glare that sent me quiet instantly.Marcel hailed a taxi, which dropped us off at his company building. The scene that awaited us nearly made us retreat: swarms of reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, alongside obsessive fang

Ava5 YEARS LATERAccording to my research and conversations with friends, the quickest way to move on from a crush is to open yourself up to someone new, replacing the old object of your affection with a fresh connection.And that's why I accepted Patrick into my life, a man who loves me dearly.A year and some months have passed, but the memory of our first meeting still feels incredibly fresh. I had stopped by my brother's workplace to drop off a document he'd left at home, and that's when I accidentally bumped into Patrick. That fateful encounter sparked our love story.As I sipped my afternoon coffee to the soothing melody of a slow song, I stared at my laptop screen, editing the first draft of my poem, which I was supposed to submit before the day ended.My phone suddenly beeped, interrupting my work. It was a message from Patrick: "Let's meet tonight at my place.""Okay, sweetie," I replied, brushing off the unusual tone of his message. Normally, he would call me those cheesy,

Ava My heart raced as I watched my brother's friend, Caspian, leaning casually against the staircase railing, looking every bit like a model. He was deep in conversation with a young woman, and I couldn’t help but feel jealous as she playfully touched him and flashed a flirtatious smileI bit my bottom lip, desperately wishing she would stop her amorous advances and let him be. Caspian Wright. A name everyone knows. The most handsome and desirable man on earth, the ideal type for anyone, and the youngest billionaire CEO of Wright Enterprises. It's no wonder he's admired and adored by so many.I gulped down my last of strawberry drink and scanned the bustling party, reaching for another beverage.Just as I grabbed a glass of beer, Marcel, my older brother and the birthday boy, appeared out of nowhere, snatching the filled glass from my hand. This annoying brother of mine also happens to be Capian's best friend and his personal assistant at work."Oh, come on!" I groaned, pouting my l

EPILOGUETWO MONTHS LATERThe sun cast its golden rays upon the lush gardens of the Night City Pack's estate, where Eva and Lorenzo's wedding celebration was in full swing. The air was alive with laughter and music as pack members and guests from far and wide gathered to witness the union of Alpha Luna and her beloved.As the newlyweds shared their first dance, all eyes were on them. Eva's elegant white gown shimmered under the sunlight, her hair styled perfectly to showcase her radiant smile. Lorenzo, dashing in his tailored tuxedo, gazed lovingly into her eyes.The crowd cheered and applauded as they swayed to the music, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. The pack's elder, who had officiated the ceremony, beamed with joy, his eyes misty.Nearby, Eva's friends and pack members couldn't help but tear up, overwhelmed with happiness for their beloved Alpha Luna. The atmosphere was electric, filled with love and gratitude.As the music faded, Lorenzo took the microphone, his voice boom

LorenzoI leaned in, my lips brushing against Eva's in a tender kiss. She let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy."What are you doing?" she teased, her voice filled with warmth.I rubbed her stomach gently, my voice brimming with love and affection. "Baby, please come fast. Your dad is waiting for you."Eva's smile widened, lighting up the entire room. Just then, her phone beeped, signaling a new message.Peering over her shoulder, I saw that it was a message from the Wild Song pack members. I couldn't help but grin as I read the heartfelt words expressing how much they missed her and longed to see her again."They've invited you to the pack," I said, my voice laced with excitement.Eva looked up at me, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Should I go?"I chuckled softly. "Is that even a question? Of course, you should go. But don't worry, I'll be right there with you."Eva nodded, relief washing over her as she realized she wouldn't have to face the pack alone.THE NEXT DAY

EvaA sinister gleam filled Mona's eyes. "I heard you're pregnant, Eva."My mind spun, my voice trembling. "How did you know that?"Mona's smile widened, revealing a hint of cruelty. "Oh, I know everything about you, Eva."To my horror, she reached out and touched my stomach, a chilling intimacy in her gesture."I'll help you get rid of it," she whispered, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "I know you don't want the baby."I recoiled, my body trembling with fear and disbelief. "I never said I didn't want the baby."Mona's grip on my stomach tightened, and I tried to pull away, only to find that heavy chains bound my wrists and ankles, rendering me utterly helpless.With a flourish, Mona produced a dagger, its point glinting ominously in the dim light. I watched in horror as she traced the blade across my stomach, a wicked grin playing on her lips."You won't need this burden," Mona hissed, her eyes filled with a terrifying madness.A searing pain erupted in my stomach as the dagger sl

EvaRising from my seat, I followed the nurse as she led me to the lab for tests. With each step, my mind raced, conjuring innumerable possibilities.Anxious moments stretched into an eternity as I awaited the results, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.Eventually, the nurse returned, her voice calling out, "Eva Chapman, please proceed to the doctor's office. Your results are ready."I stood up and went over to the door, which I knocked, my heart hammering in my chest, and entered.A woman with a warm smile greeted me. "Hello, Eva. I'm Dr. Rachel Thompson. Welcome. Please, take a seat."I complied, curiosity piqued by the doctor's optimistic demeanor. Could it mean that my test results were normal? Was I truly alright after all?Leaning forward, Dr. Thompson's eyes shone with kindness. "Eva, I have good news and...complicated news."My heart plummeted. Complicated? A feeling of dread washed over me. "What do you mean?" I asked, attempting to maintain a facade of calm.Dr. Thompson's smi

Eva Six hours ago... Standing beside Thelma in our cozy kitchen, I methodically chopped vegetables for dinner. The tantalizing aroma of sautéed ginger usually filled me with warmth and comfort, but today it was suffocating. I covered my nose, scrunching my face in disgust. "Thelma," I choked out, "I...I don't know what's wrong. This smell is nauseating." She turned to me, her brow creased with concern. "Eva, are you alright? You normally love the smell of ginger." I shook my head, a wave of nausea washing over me. "I don't know. It just...ugh." Before Thelma could respond, I bolted out of the kitchen, my hand clamped over my mouth. I raced to the bathroom and collapsed to my knees, retching violently into the toilet. The intensity and suddenness of my illness left me bewildered. After splashing my face with cold water, I stared at my pallid reflection in the mirror, unease settling over me. What was happening? With a deep breath, I gathered my courage and made my way back to th

Mona I ran through the dense forest alongside Erica, our footsteps pounding against the earth. Finally, we stopped and looked back, seeing no one pursuing us. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "Can you stop screaming?" Erica snapped, her expression stern. "What if they hear us and come for us? It's all your fault." I scoffed, turning to her. "You're not a saint, Erica. And don't try to tell me what to do." "I'm done following you, Mona," her anger flared, her voice rising. "It's not like I killed James; that was your doing. I'm not a murderer. I'M OUT." My grip on her arm tightened. "Where do you think you're going? You can't just leave." "Watch me. We're over," Erica said, her eyes flashing with a firm tone in her voice. I felt a surge of panic, my mind racing. "You can't just walk away." Erica's gaze hardened. "I can, and I will." I seethed with rage as she walked away. Without thinking, I grabbed a big stone and screamed, charging behind