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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hi guys, Nate here :)
First time to write an update to my potential readers.Hey there! Thanks for reading! How you guys on that side? Hope things are well. Mine's a bit rocky, hehehe.
Sadly I've been sick last week, it's not that bad, but it made me lose a lot of writing days oTL
For now, I won't be posting anything for the last two weeks of November.I'll be resuming my updates on Dec 1st.
While you're waiting, feel free to browse around GoodNovel! There's a lot of stories here that's pretty interesting to read. I'm not confident to suggest any of the title's I've read...because...they're all different from the genre I write about, hehe.
As of now, please patiently wait for the next chapter.
Nate, out!
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Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 1)
Chapter 8The second day from the incident brings a few new things to the house of Darmstadt. The morning after Horaz came into their “hideout,” Lena, the rightful head of the Darmstadt house, found herself conversing with a young boy she suddenly found lying at the base of the bed of her daughter’s room. He was casually sifting through two phones on his hand, rather one hand was a bit limp, the other was swiping through the two phones.He grinned at her bashfully while Lena rubbed the sleep from her face. Experiencing an extended, unwanted sleep made her head feel muddled. She had been used to waking early before sunrise, starting the day with a nice drink of alcohol, and sifting through the kitchen for breakfast for two.A night of lengthy rest was the last thing she thought she would do due to the nature of the events yesterday. The stress must have caught up to her finally that it made her sleep longer when two p
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 2)
“Somehow...I think Mrs. Darmstadt agreed to what I said.” Bernice’s voice says.“What did she say?” Says Perri’s asking voice.“Opened her eyes, nodded. Then told me to call for Betts cause she needs to call someone to fix their heater downstairs.” Bernice said a bit incredulously.Again, a pause. In Horazs sleep-muddled memory, he heard a few muffled words before he woke up hours past to find the old woman Lena greeting him a fine morning.He relayed this story to Lena with as little fanfare as he could. She paused before fussing about how two girls could let themselves be alone at such a time. Horaz shared her sentiment, but somehow his body didn’t cooperate after waking from his slumber.Down in the depths of his mind, he felt his body still itch and a strong urge to follow Perri where ever she was. It strengthened once he awakened. Instincts didn’t indicate
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 3)
Sounds of walking from the opposing wall warned Perri that someone was coming down from the second floor. Two pairs of thumping echoed silently, confirming that both Lena and Horaz were coming down. Undoubtedly, she was correct for the rough voice of Lena invaded the kitchen in minutes.Seeing Perri rummaging the kitchen, holding items from the fridge, Lena drudged up how meddlesome kids are. She continued a bit until she remembered the chocolate in the fridge, praising its goodness, while she spoke to Perri.Rolling her eyes at Lena, she smiled at Horaz before turning to Lena about her plan to bring a few items from the fridge up on the second floor. Knowing the contents more than any of them, Lena poured her heart into fixing and pointing all the good ones to give her strength.As this transpired between Perri, the obedient, and Lena, the mother-in-law-like, Horaz exited the room to avoid being harshly utilized. Reaching the living room where the open door wel
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 4)
Nodding at her request, he held the shears and bag before leaving out to a neighbors garden.On the second floor, Lena held plastic containers of small kinds of snacks and stew she’s made a few days before in one arm, included in this carryover was a one-burner electronic stove that Lena plans to use for preheating some of the food they’ve scrounged. Both she and Perri had headed upstairs to fix the items in the mini-fridge. The generator still had juice in it after being closed for the night and opened again this morning to supply enough electricity for the stove.Lena fussed about the quality of food they still have left, even preparing the appropriate breakfast for four persons despite her hesitation to get from their stash due to future lack of supplies. Making the room filled with all kinds of smells from the thing she was heating up.During this time, Lena had learned that the signal for the internet seemed to have c
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 5)
She realized she was left in the room by Lena. Assuming the old woman must’ve busied herself with sending a meal to Bernice, who was still left downstairs.The electric stove lay on a stool a few steps in front of the cabinet, directly connected to a spare socket near the mini generator. Containers were left neatly on the floor beside the stool, either items’ for cleaning or the leftovers.The door had been open for quite some time, which makes Perri’s sense of time conflicted or a bit distorted since she has been busy browsing through the chat logs. Contact with Lena’s son ceased, with neither call nor messages Perri sent being unanswered. Other chat groups Perri sent messages to were unanswered.Patting her head, Horaz leaned down to her forehead. She heard him smell her neck, the tips of his nose touching her skin. His eyes looked glazed, and somehow, she knew why he was there but couldn’t quite admit it to herself.&ldquo
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 6)
Barefoot, quick and silently walking to the ajar door, he pushed it enough to make room for the two of them. The bed was a simple room with a bed in the middle opposite a cabinet and directly adjacent to the room’s door. On the right was a dresser and shelves of books and knick-knacks. A neat window covered by a shade completed the room’s tidy look.Pushing the door close with his foot, he gingerly balanced Perri, groping her butt in concentration. Uncontrollably making noise was imperative for him to avoid as he wouldn’t want consciously put an awkward air with the old lady.Their tongues were wrapped around each other lovingly entangled when he told her to patiently wait for him on the bed as he sat her down. The itchy feeling Perri felt continued to interfere with her common sense, and she was about to call at him with a shout when she bit on her hand. Blood oozed on her tongue, but she continued to feel the war of her common sense and lust amidst
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 7)
Holding her down was beginning to be difficult when he undid his pants with one hand to let his stiff cock loose while he mouthed her crotch, holding and pumping his hands to ease the pain he felt for the release. Releasing her vagina, he nibbled on her clitoris and licked it when he heard her whimper as she looked down at him with a frown.This slight frown made him chuckle and acquiesce, lifting himself, adjusting the blanket under them. His knees rested on the soft and surprisingly thick blanket, keeping his knees and Perri’s rump from hurting on the wood flooring. Hands caressing her smooth skin, he leaned forward to place himself in between her open legs, languidly kissing her. The tip of his dick placed gingerly in her entrance, he fondly pecked her lips, softly nibbling it.The force of his entry seemed to trigger a shock that made her arc her back and gasp but in a sensually comfortable manner. Her fluids continued to flow as he pushed further with ease.
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 8 (part 8)
Turning around to look at Horaz, a sheen of sweat was on his forehead. She intended to wipe it when she suddenly noticed a patch of skin peeking behind his ears. Horaz hair had grown long enough, which she had told him that it was becoming of him despite him cutting it in different styles that were popular for men for so long.Touching the patch of skin made Perri pull herself up. The patch of skin burnt as if forming into a scale.She looked at Horaz with inquiring eyes but found him looking back at her with a sheepish smile.Something in her turned pale. The color of the skin was the same kind as the ones from the creature. No words could escape her as she felt herself crumble. Biting, her lips, ready to cry.She felt his arms wrap around her and say, “Don’t... I’m not worried, and so should you.”“Ho—how can I not be worried??” Her voice was in an angry whisper.“So far, that’s the onl
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 37 (part 1)
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
