روايات وقصص ضمن A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters

Sure. Mario held up a white envelope. "I saw this on the mat." I frowned and took it. Mario excused himself to get a glass of water. I opened the unaddressed envelope. It read; I know who you are, and people will soon realize we have a whore amongst us.

This isn't the first time I have come home in the wee hours of the morning smelling like booze and cigarettes, and I am sure it won't be the last. I push the door to my bedroom open, unprepared for what I see. Willow is lying face down on the bed without her top on. Deep gashes cover her back where Nat had caught her with her claws. Walking to the bedside, I brush a piece of hair out of her face. She is sleeping peacefully.

“I wish I could kill her… but unfortunately the black mists only puts them to sleep the first time…” My breath suddenly calmed and I felt a sense of peace cross through my mind. “Gods you are disgusting!” Willow suddenly snapped, swaying her long dressed arm in my direction. “Look at how excited you are at the prospect of her being unharmed. How far into her butthole have you buried yourself?” My heart skipped and I got on my feet at once. “You didn’t come all the way here to insult me so I would suggest that you respect yourself!” I helplessly growled. “I have told you that she means nothing to me—“

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

One of them was mid-conversation with his friends, not even looking my way. "Nah, bro, I'm telling you, Dark Bird was fire last night. You missed out." He laughed, loud and careless. "She has this sexy body. Guy, if you see how she twirl ok the poll, you will almost die. She is so enchanting." They passed. Just like that. Gone around the corner, their voices fading into the general noise of the hallway. I stood completely still. My exhale came out shaky and too long. "You okay?" Kingsley asked quietly from behind me.

the men asked. I just smiled as I looked at the security monitors on my wall. I could see everything happening in and around the mansion. On one screen, I saw the boy jumping out of the window and running into the backyard toward the forest. On another screen, I saw a black car arriving at the front of the mansion. The door opened, and Willow stepped out. She was still wearing her beautiful white wedding dress, but it was dirty at the bottom from running. She looked beautiful even when she was terrified.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: The Library After Hours The university library was silent as its rows of bookshelves casting long shadows across the empty study tables. Mia tugged Kyle deeper into the stacks, her fingers wrapped tight around his wrist. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one lingered near the entrance. She wore a short plaid skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight white tank top that hugged her full breasts, her nipples already stiff against the fabric.

Harddaddy: God damn, my cock just jerked at the sight of your body. Joejerkins: shit kitten. I bite my lower lip, looking straight into the lens with wide eyes. “I wore something special for you. Do you like it?" I run my hands lightly down the sides of the wig, gathering the strands and letting them spill over my bare tummy for a second before pulling them forward again. "It's so easy for this hair to slip away. Maybe if you're all really sweet to me tonight, I'll let it." I smile, slow and playful, and blow a little kiss toward the camera. "Tip menu is up, loves. Let's see how fast we can make Kitten purr.”

She put all the clothes into the hamper. “Tsk tsk dear, let’s clean this up.” Willow smiled as she pulled out her wand. In that moment, Stacy felt the magic gather around the witch and the chanting start. The wind whipped her raven locks back, and the floor soon seemed much cleaner. It was a strange feeling to have the floor clean itself under your bare feet. A few moments later, the windows sent more light into the room.

Lola woke to sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains of Adrian Blackwood’s penthouse, a faint scent of wine still lingering in the air. For a brief second, she tried to convince herself it had all been a dream. Then the ache in her shoulders, the heat that clung stubbornly to her skin, reminded her it hadn’t. She blinked, groaning softly, and turned toward the source of the warmth beside her. The bed was empty. Almost immediately, a mix of relief and disappointment settled in her chest.