Novelas de 🌙✨ InkAfterMidnight

Congratulations, Captain. Now step down quietly, or what I know about your goalie goes public by midnight. Silence pressed through the bus like a held breath no one dared release. “Alright. That settles it. Cassian stays captain of the Silverfang until further notice.” A few nods. No argument. No hesitation. But my mind wasn’t on any of it. “Why did you do that?” I finally asked, eyes fixed on the road as I drove toward St. Joseph’s Women’s Hospital. My grip tightened on the wheel. “Was it because ” “I didn’t do it because I love you.” The words hit like a clean strike to the chest. Not a crack. A full collapse. Something inside me didn’t just break it scattered, fine and irretrievable, like glass turned to dust. And the worst part? The way he said it so casually. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. Except I did feel it. That was the sick, unbearable part. I

She appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her face had done something complicated surprise folding into something softer and more careful. "Theodore." Her voice was different now. Quieter. "There's someone here for you." I stood slowly. "Who?" She hesitated just a half-second, just enough and stepped aside. And my heart stopped completely. Because it wasn't Theo. It was his mother. Theo Cassian pov Dallas was eating us alive. One goal down since the first period, and we were falling apart in real time scrambling, sloppy, yelling at each other across the ice like a high school team that hadn't practiced in a month. Coach was on the sideline with his eyes practically leaving his skull. Jasper our captain, the man who was supposed to be holding this together was somewhere else entirely in his head. I wasn't much better. Because Vincent was in goal. Vincent my Vincent, though he didn't know that yet and might never was standing between the pipes while some of the most d

He was at the stove when I came out of my room. Back turned, shoulders relaxed no tension that I could read, no storm gathering. Give it a minute, I told myself. It's coming. "Morning." He didn't look up. "Made eggs. Want some?" "Thanks." I sounded like a man who'd swallowed gravel. I cast around for the standard morning pleasantry. Eventually: "Sleep okay?" He turned. His eyes hit me open and honest and so painfully unguarded that my chest did something I didn't authorize. "Not really," he said simply. "Lot to process. And I was worried about you." "I'm fine." He didn't believe me. He smiled anyway slower than usual, eyes closing more than normal, lids a little pink and heavier than they should have been. I did that. I made him look like that. Something violent moved through me. He plated the toast with quiet precision, selected the two best eggs sunny-side up, yolk centered, whites even and slid them across the spatula onto the bread like it mattered. Like I mattered. Ha

My mind scrambles backward. That was before I ever said anything out loud. Before I even knew what I was to myself. Theo nods once. “Yeah. In his car. Right after I told him. That was the first thing out of his mouth.” His gaze sharpens on me. “He already knew about you, Vin.” A chill crawls up my spine. “And it’s the only thing he ever asked of me,” Theo continues. “The only boundary. Don’t mess with you.” I shake my head slightly. “That doesn’t ” “It does,” he cuts in, voice lower now. He looks away like it hurts to hold my eyes. “Because he knows me. Knows where I come from. Knows what I’m capable of when things get complicated.” A pause. Then it lands. “He thinks I’m not good enough for you.” The words hit like something heavy and sharp at the same time. “I’ll ruin it,” Theo says quietly. “I’ll mess it up. I’ll hurt you.” My chest tightens as if the air just turned solid. “You wanted to know what Nate is to me?” he asks after a beat. I don’t answer. Theo exhales. “

He'd been surviving.And then my phone lit up on the cushion beside me.A message from my brother.Nate: Don't let him tell you it's fine. It was never fine. And Dad knew. He knew the whole time."There were two versions of my dad."Theo's voice was controlled. Practiced. The voice of someone who'd learned early that feelings were a liability."I called them the Coleders. Light and dark." He didn't look at me. "Light meant he'd drunk himself into something almost bearable stumbling, laughing, harmless enough. Dark meant " He stopped. Jaw tight. "Dark meant you cleared the room."He picked at the cuticle on his thumb now, the couch seam abandoned."When it went dark, I'd hold out as long as I could for my mom. But when it got bad enough, I'd bail. Show up at your place. Nate's floor, usually. A few weeks would pass, and then my dad would notice I was gone and come drag me back." His mouth twisted. "I always went quietly. Couldn't stand the idea of him making a scene on your doorstep.

My shoulder stiffens, forcing me to shift. The moment I do, Theo’s hand closes around my wrist lazy, instinctive his fingers catching the cluster of hair ties there.“What’s with stealing my hair ties?” he mutters.“Truth or lie?” I shoot back.A pause. “Do I regret choosing truth?”“Depends,” I say, too quickly. “You might not survive it.”His eyes flick up at me.That’s my mistake. Looking at him.Because now I can’t lie properly anymore.I swallow. My voice drops without permission. “I take them because I like you with your hair up. It makes you look sharp. Dangerous. Like you could ruin someone’s day just by existing.”His jaw tightens slightly.“But when it’s down…” I exhale, shaky now, honesty slipping through cracks I didn’t mean to open. “It does something worse. I don’t recover from it.”“Vincent,” he warns, low.I don’t stop. “And I keep the hair ties because when you finally kiss me really kiss me I want it like this. Your hair down. Like it is now. I’ve thought about it to

Yeahh, girls, yeah! That’s right! Do it. Kiss, kiss again! Oh, great! Enjoy yourselves! Uuuuu, cool, babes! I love you! Yes, so nice! So fucking nice!Jenya, young Russian businessman, was sitting on the broad sofa, enjoying the sight. He was fond of these 3 babes, 3 contact sluts who appeared on his first call. He was very rich; he had 5 lover girls within the city and always offered a bounty to each of them. But anyway, he had some interesting feature that characterized him most, he loved and really enjoyed watching lesbo games, seeing 3 or more babes lick, suck and fuck one another with their tongues and dildos, fingers and lubs. That was fucking terrific! He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse…And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blon

I was at work. My colleague Megan was sitting on a leather sofa in the middle of the room. We were talking about our boss who ordered us to compile the reports at this time of the day. It was 6 p.m. and tomorrow was Saturday…Megan was wearing a light blouse and close-fitting trousers with a low waist. Her belly button was exposed and even part of the pubis could be seen. And I was wearing a snowy white translucent blouse, a short skirt, flesh-colored stockings and shoes with long stiletto heels.We had an open bottle of champagne and candies on the table. After a hot discussion we suddenly became sad. Here Megan put her hand on my thigh as if occasionally. I felt such warmth of this touch… I looked into her eyes and felt I wanted to kiss her. Our faces were so close to each other. We kissed…The kiss was not a friendly one we exchange when meeting in the morning, it was passionate… Her tongue

Now I went up another couple of gears, faster and harder, the faceplate of the strap-on making repeated wet slapping sounds as it smacked against her sweaty skin, each impact accompanied by a grunting moan from Preshy.Her breathing became rapid, and she began to give a series of high-pitched cries. I shifted my right hand from her hip to grip her hair, yanking her head back and up, arching her back to get the maximum resistance to my thrusts.This also had the effect of pulling her tits up into easy reach, and my left hand exchanged its grip on her side for something softer and more enticing – squeezing Preshy’s left breast.‘Ride me! Ride me!!’ she screamed again, and then as her climax overwhelmed her, she shouted: ‘Fuck me – oooohh! Fuck me – aaarrgh! Oh!! Yes – I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna CUM!!’I sort of lost control as well, carried away in the raw se

Finally, Preshy announced her penultimate presentation, and I was almost speechless at the sight of her slim youthful body with its flowering bust exhibited in a peephole bra.This covered most of her breasts with fine decorated purple mesh, but left fully exposed an area of about one inch in diameter around the nipples, through which her cute little titties were poking out – and I noticed at once how pert and erect they were.As the outfits became skimpier and more overtly sexual, the whole show acted like an extended form of strip-tease – and it had just such a tantalising effect on my body.My tits were stiff and almost aching, as my slightest movement rubbed my sensitised nipples against the inside of my bra cups, my heart was beating faster and I felt a little sweaty, and my cunt was positively drooling – only the remnant of my sense of dignity prevented my mouth from doing the same.Preshy was a

When I say that I’m an expert in women’s underwear, I can almost hear the giggles of my girlfriends. But I really am – after taking degrees in textiles and fashion, and working my way upwards through the purchasing department of a well-known chain of stores.I went independent and launched my own specialist and high-class lingerie mail order business. It was just at the right time, when internet sales were really taking off, and I was relatively early in the field; my company is successful, with a name for quality and service, and a good niche in the market.Whilst most of our sales are from established lines and names, I am always keen to spot rising talent and that’s how I met Preshy).The firm is not so large that I can’t take the important decisions myself – most of my staff deal with the routine business of keeping enough supply of stock, fulfilling orders and replying to customer queries,

Preshy froze with her back to Marie then slowly lowered her head. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the music. “I haven’t talked to your husband for weeks. I’ve blocked his number from my phone because he kept calling.” There was a long pause as Marie digested the information, then Preshy asked “How did you find out?”Holding up the piece of mail Marie said “I went to the kitchen to get a drink and saw this. I recognized the name. It was smart of you to use your middle name with me.” She said with a smirk.Preshy took two steps toward the bed and Marie held up her hand “Stop!” she said “Don’t come near me. I just want to know why before I leave. You owe me that.”Nodding, Preshy said “You’re right, I owe you an explanation, and I’m going to give you one. I met you husband at a club were I work as a parttime.I was on