A Beautiful Constraint Novels & Stories

I didn't want to have this conversation but it was going to happen eventually so I may as well suck it up and get it over with without beating around the bush. Noah gave me a sheepish look and nodded, "Yeah." I looked at him for a brief moment before shrugging and looking out to the trees in front of us as I hugged my knees to my chest which hurt for a second because of the nasty bruise on m stomach. "They're... healing. Not the worst injuries I've seen so I'll be okay." "The doctor..." Noah hesitated, his voice soft and quiet. "he mentioned that you had a previous concussion."

She's beautiful, intoxicating, sexy, filled with life, but she is never to cross the line to our dark side, never to be touched by our hands, never to be looked at by our eyes, she's forbidden for everyone, including me. I did my usual briefing, listening and answering their questions. I swear, this generation is getting dumber by the moment. Their questions varied from 'can we sell our families and friends?' Can we taste the product? What happens if we get caught? "Sell to whoever you want, no you may not taste the product, and then you're all on your own, dare to mention me, and you'll be dead before the next sunrise," I say in a cold voice, I could be scary when I want to, and I'm working

I scoop up water greedily, swallowing in such large gulps that I feel like getting heartburn. “That’s enough of that.” Max put away the bowl of water before I could choke on it. He gives off a soft chuckle while cradling my massive wolf body on his lap. “You’re so soft, Belle. They say that you’re wolf is ugly and weird, but I think it is beautiful. I want you all for myself.” If I wasn’t too weak to move, I would have bolted away. The way that he was gazing at me was also making me feel uncomfortable. I can’t even whimper, much less reach out and scratch his face.

Maybe that was because we were fated and somewhere deep down she knew it, but her lack of respect infuriated me further. “Well, she has said she will hear you out, Miles. Yet, you stand there not saying a word. Get on with it. It is late, and Bailey needs to rest.” Apha Caleb said icily, interrupting my thoughts, and I looked at him as coldly as he had spoken to me. I walked to the edge of her bed, where she looked up at me tentatively. She did not look quite as stunning as she had when she walked into our pack this morning. But despite the injuries, and the wildness of her hair, I could still see the natural beauty that lay beneath. Maybe it had been there all along, and I had just allowed

I sink into the bed, the room dim except for the soft glow of my laptop screen. The house is quiet—finally mine for the night. I prop the pillows behind my back, spread my legs a little wider, and hit play on the video I’ve been saving all week. Two guys, both built like gods, kissing slowly and deep on a sunlit balcony. Their hands roam, shirts coming off, skin golden and smooth. My breath catches immediately. God, they’re beautiful.

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

The man standing in front of him was far more beautiful and alluring than he had imagined him to be. It was lingerie. A seducing, see through lingerie. Reaching just at his hip bone. Not even at his thigh. Just as Cyrus wanted it to be. Noodle straps and closed with just a silk ribbon. He gulped hard to look down at the panties. Strapped with beads. Pearl beads shimmering in dim lights as Denzel shifted on other foot. The front was hardly covering the bulge prominent through the silk fabric. And the back...

Kristen scoffed and sassily flung her hair backwards. "I'm one of the best here and everyone knows it. Besides, I'm the sexiest female here and I could be a nice distraction for the clients during the exchange". She said proudly. Most of the female mobsters scoffed loudly, and Daniel laughed. His expression suddenly turned serious and he walked over to Kristen, looking her dead in the eye. "The only thing you're the best at, is being a cum dump. Get all other ideas out of your thick empty skull". Daniel said, giving her one last hateful look before walking out.

In the meantime I'm going to go home to my wife, there's nothing else I can do here. Arriving home Layla waddles out the house beaming. Being 32 weeks has made her breathtakingly beautiful, she gets more stunning every day. "Basil!, I've missed you." She jumps into my arms and attempts to wraps her legs around my waist. I hoist her up, my hands are on her lush ass holding her. Going inside the house I kick the door closed. Kissing her lips passionately she starts grinding against me. Breaking away I softly settle her on her feet.