101 Dalmatian Street Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ossey calls. I opened my eyes and stared at him confused. "I mean a girl that's just a friend," he clarifies hastily, "I'm not a virgin ...you probably didn't need to know that." I snorted loudly and tried to keep a straight face. His ears turned a bit red. Woof! The sound came from out in the hallway and a few seconds later a Dalmatian came running into his room. The dog ran towards me, bobbing on his feet and hopped onto my lap and gave a friendly bark and I chuckled and scratched behind his ear.

The type I felt was heavier than anything in the world. The boots stopped at our door. Damien's men. What now? What is Damien planning? I wasn't only foolish for thinking I could please the devil after an intercourse, but I just realized that I wasn’t about to leave Damien's mansion anytime. Or maybe never. Tears blurred my vision. A knock rattled on the door. Knock! Knock!

Her full lips curved into a smirk the moment she caught me staring. Great. I’d just met the villain in my story. "Why don't we take this to the conference room?" Damien muttered, guiding me forward before my heels could wobble. I felt their eyes trail us like spotlights, peeling back every layer of my skin until I wanted to crawl into a hole.

He shook his head in reply. "She didn't give him a chance. The girl bolted as soon as he started confessing. I think she's a little crazy," Callum laughed. I smiled, feeling even more eager to go to the Night Moon pack. "Since we’re sharing, this idiot here got a prostitute pregnant," Dante said, narrowing his gaze at Callum. He frowned. "She's an escort," Callum replied.

Some warriors safeguard the pack, including a Gamma and a Beta, who work closely with the Alpha and Luna. I swiftly shed my clothes and step under the comforting stream of hot water. Aware of the potential intrusion, I hurriedly shampoo my hair with the meager amount provided, rinsing it out before applying conditioner, allowing it to soak briefly. Hastily, I cleanse my body, anxious to avoid any unexpected visitors. Once I finish, I brush my teeth, catching sight of my split lip—a testament to the actions of Damian, the Alpha's son. He's one of the cruelest individuals I've encountered. Simply being in his presence is enough to provoke his sadistic torment. To make matters worse, his girlfr

He never considered him as a friend. Damian drove out of the parking lot and thought about Pearl. Although he didn't get the answer from Alonzo, Damian must persuade Pearl to run away from Taggart. He was driving with no purpose. Instead of going home, he went to Excellor. It was past dinner time, and Pearl must go home. He bet the time and changed his luck. His eyes widened when he saw Pearl exit the second gate to the bus station. Once Damian got his chance, he smiled.

Spitfire whispered, his hand running over Doll's arm. He wasn't trying to get his attention for more sex, though Spitfire wouldn't say no. He wanted to make sure the other no-fur was okay. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Maybe it was just Doll was embarrassed by what happened. He came from a mafia stable, from what Spitfire understood, and was favored by the head of the family. Liam Martelli hadn't used Doll for sex or breeding, so maybe he was a little spoiled. Having a foursome might be outside of his experience, no matter how freaky he got with Hades.

He must think I'm uncultured and mannerless on top of being a prostitute. Yikes. Damon caught my eye and arched a brow at me and I shrugged. “I'm going to disappear at this rate. Your father fucking hates me.” I hissed, murmuring into his ears. Damon scoffed and opened his mouth, turning to his father. What the actual heck? My eyes widened and I acted without thinking, my hand shot out and I covered his mouth to stop him from speaking. His eyes glinted with mischief and he ran his tongue slowly over my palm, obviously intending to gross me out.

Goosebumps form on my arms as his curly hair tickles my forearm and - Wait, Dimitri does not have curly hair, nor does he smell like Tom Ford’s Soleil Brûlant. I push him away and flick on the light to see the lust-filled eyes of Dante - Adilah’s husband and my first love. “Dante! How-” He walks towards me and places his hand over my mouth to silence me. “Shh, cuore mio, I thought you would have missed me by now,” he says, looking at me in a way that would have gotten my knees to buckle in the past, but now he just disgusts me. I shake my head.

Theirs nothing which a quick fuck can't settle. Thinking this I smirked mischievously before snapping my fingers in air to change my attire into some sexy black leather jacket with ripped jeans and t shirt before teleporting myself to a place which can give me the solution for this problem called desire which that smelly, furry, fat assed, hot and crazy yet dominating alpha mutt had awaked inside me, which had ignited a fire within me, which was burning me from inside like the magma of a volcano. Damian's point of view :