Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (parable of the sower read online txt) 📗

“Let’s run some red lights,” Lily said, her voice barely audible over the engine.

Dana left a streak of rubber on the asphalt, the neighborhood blurring around them. Lily cheered, her arms tightening around Dana’s waist as they accelerated. A few shortcuts through town had them on the highway going almost a hundred miles per hour, their destination a small thrift shop in Colorado that had purchased an unopened box from Emily’s storage unit at auction.

The wind whipped through Dana’s ponytail as the magical engine roared between her legs.

She had never felt more alive.

AFTERWORD 

This story started out as a dare. Imagine my surprise when so many people liked it that they begged me to continue writing it. And now, somehow, you are reading the sequel!

As always, I need to thank my Patrons. Without their support, a second book would never have happened. I’ve made a page in their honor, go see who the cool kids are at https:// annabellehawthorne.com/hall-of-caretakers/

Aside from my Patrons and other readers, I have a few people I need to thank. Skinnii helped me through some of the more difficult scenes with his advice and wisdom, as well as the occasional inspirational piece of art. Alice (who runs my Discord server) has given me the peace of mind to focus on writing, and is a great person to vent to when things don’t go my way. Last, but not least, T.J. Skywind has been an immense resource in terms of monster lore and editing.

To all of my beta readers over the span of this project, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

A huge special thanks to my editor, Lyss Em. She not only helped me polish and complete this project, but she has been tremendously helpful in making sure I wrote a story that deserved to be told.

Last, I thank you, the reader. I hope you’ve enjoyed this book, and I hope you leave it a rating or a review! Oh, and tell all your friends, especially any famous ones!

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” - J. M. Barrie

Though the valley below was lush and green, the top of the mountain was covered in an eternal blanket of snow. A lone figure stood just outside a thicket of conifers, her arms crossed over her chest. She watched the trees for several hours with her one good eye, the wind occasionally ruffling the fur of her tails.

It had been several days since she had sensed the presence of a new Caretaker. In that time, she had cast multiple spells of attraction on the grove, knowing that the new owner of the house would eventually be drawn in to investigate, to open the door that had become her prison.

She licked her lips, which had curled upward into a snarl. It had been many years since she had been exiled from the house, trapped here by that bitch, Emily. Suddenly, she felt a presence, and knew the Caretaker was once again contemplating her prison.

Ice magic swirled around her, forming into large icicles that hovered, waiting to pierce the flesh of the unlucky soul who stepped through. A grin broke across her face at the thought of freedom, and she reached into her robes to pull free a small stack of cards, just in case her ice magic wasn’t enough.

Suddenly, the presence faded. The Caretaker had come so close, but had once again walked away. She scowled in frustration, and the icicles fell out of the air and into the snow with a thud.

No matter. She had endured a small lifetime in this place and was capable of waiting a bit longer. Though she would never have revenge on Emily for what she had done, she would be able to kill the new Caretaker and claim the house for herself.

“Come, Daisy,” she commanded, and a tiny ball of yellow light appeared in a nearby tree and flitted down through the falling snow to land on her shoulder. She turned away from the trees and walked toward the large, winged beast that had brought her here. Once on its shoulders, she commanded it into the sky.

There’s always tomorrow, she thought as they ascended into the clouds.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

Annabelle Hawthorne lives in a top secret location somewhere in the Rocky Mountains with her loving family and potentially a dog or two. She loves coffee, horror movies and writing erotica with a monster twist.

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Wet Leaf Press is a small press dedicated to providing high-quality erotica to discerning readers.

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