Action Novelas e Histórias

She was so blinded by revenge that she was unable to differentiate between what was good and what was bad for her. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself down. All she could think about was her next move. How would she be able to behave like a normal person in front of Luther and Noelle? How would she make them feel more welcoming? How would she trap them? She had to make a plan to achieve her goal. She had to win their trust first after breaking them brutally. Suddenly her phone chimed out and made her startled. She lunged at her phone and checked the phone. It was Cassius’s text.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

As he took the picture, Josephine squeezed the pump, showering him with fake blood. “Oh, you bitch!” Steve said, rubbing the fake blood off his face. “It’s on my nip-tassels!” Josephine grinned wickedly as Steve wiped the blood off his phone, holding it up to show the picture. Josephine looked into the image on the screen, Steve’s face grimacing as a jet of blood fired from the costume, splattering him with the red liquid. Josephine’s grin faded as she noticed a figure in the background, holding a knife directly over the neck wound on her costume.

I slid across the sheets and knelt between his legs, already dripping again. He grabbed my hair and tilted my chin up. “First rule,” he said, voice commanding. “When I give you a command, you obey without hesitation. If you need a break, you say the safeword: red. If you want me to slow down, say yellow. Anything else…” He smirked. “Means keep going.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Second rule: You ask permission before touching yourself.” My thighs clenched. “Third: You speak when spoken to, unless I give you permission to talk.”

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.

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The video started from the moment we drove into the compound. There we were, laughing. Then came the part where I kissed Arthur. Daniel's face became darker. Arthur simply fast-forwarded through our conversation with Daniel. Then the screen showed Daniel and Jennifer leaving their apartment. Jennifer was carrying a heavy metal rod. Daniel looked around. Then he took it from her. My eyes widened. On the screen, they walked toward the tap. Daniel raised the rod. CRACK! The tap broke. Water exploded everywhere. Then they moved toward the gate. CRACK!

Another wave of tears rolled down my eyes as I set my eyes on Bert. “Bert.” I immediately stretched my hands out for a hug; “thank you, thanks for your help.” “You don’t have to thank me, Olivia.” He murmured as he pulled back. “I will always be here to help you; I’ll be there for you.” I nodded at him, “how do you feel?” “Just one bullet piercing through my arm can’t kill me.” He laughed and opened his shirt, “see this mark, it’s a gunshot mark from one of our operations.” He pointed to the mark on his stomach.

Jack taunted. Ace didn't reply, he just looked at him without any kind of emotions on his face. " answer me, " Jack screamed again but it didn't shake Ace's calmness all, Getting hit is part of the job. He smiled and looked at the blood on his hands, his mouth is full of blood but he can't feel any kind of pain. He doesn't mind getting punched in the face. It kind of wakes him up and gets him to feel something, that punch didn't do anything.

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.