A Perverts World Novels & Stories

He doesn't know how it will happen but he could perceive the end. Lucifer and Lilith turned their backs at them and like they walked into nothingness, they vanished from sight infinitesimally. Cain was well aware Clancy knew what he was doing, he couldn't take his eyes off what he just created, an abomination he has been avoiding. Every creatures in the hidden world created or born from separate genetic variations are referred to as abominations but Clancy is the total amount of the title. He's the main abomination that created the title itself.

Morvane's voice hardened. "So I became one." --- The vision changed. Morvane stood between two worlds. Older now. Exhausted. The old universe was collapsing. The new universe was forming. People were screaming. Armies were fighting. Every voice demanded the same thing. Choose us. Save us. Protect our world. Morvane pressed his hands against his ears. The memories disappeared. He looked at Liana. "I heard them." "Every person." "Every prayer." "Every scream."

Devoured. His head lowered, and he tasted one of those berries. She gasped as his mouth touched her bare chest, excitement coursing through her entire being. The fear she once felt vanished; she was now craving more. While his mouth explored her breasts, his hand worked magic inside her, opening her, thrusting inside her. With each movement, Grace gasped hard. His fingers eased out of her, replaced by his shaft—shocking, large, too intimate. Then, the fear returned once again.

Right on cue, a heavily pregnant woman walked by, and Albert’s eyes didn’t hesitate to settle on her ass. I smacked his stomach. “Stop. She’s pregnant, you perv.” “That only means she puts out.” The male mind was an enigma. “What is a perv?” he asked, his gaze following the woman down the sidewalk. I laughed softly. “You know, a pervert.” He still looked confused, so I continued, “Today, it just means someone with sex on their mind all the time.” “That is every man.” “Maybe, but not every man wants to gag and spank women, Igor.”

Toyota and Tiger are behind her, watching the screen with her as she worked attentively. The two mad dogs haven't spoken to each other since Toyota threw him out of her apartment. "Found it!" Zenith suddenly said, and their eyes widened at once as the picture of a man appeared on the screen. He's in his early fifties obviously, he looks foreign. "The serial number happens to be his phone number, I'm sure he's connected to Sancho Ramos. I hacked into his private life, and his name is Kay, his profile says he's a f**king womanizer. He visits Viper clubhouse every night and books the s*xiest stripper for fun" Zenith said.

Suddenly, Asher's stern voice rang out, "That's enough! I don't even need to ask! You'll do anything to get what you want, even if it means selling yourself just to seal a deal! Is there anything you won't do?" His words hit Gwyneth like a punch to the gut. Did he seriously just say she'd do anything, even sell herself, just to land a deal? He knew exactly what she'd been through—how she'd almost been drugged and taken advantage of by a filthy big shot while trying to land clients for him. Asher had shown up just in time. Embarrassed, the big shot flipped out. He accused her of selling herself just to land a deal, but Asher stepped in and had her back.

Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother. I cracked it open to see Dante Moreau. Black shirt, pressed slacks, perfectly combed devilry. He had a cup of coffee in one hand. “You look like you survived a very chic apocalypse,” he said. “Thanks. It’s exactly what I was going for.” I stepped aside. He entered without asking. Rude much? “You’re trending,” he said, tossing a newspaper onto the bed. “Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.”

Thank you for staying with them through the dark moments - the murders, the conspiracies, the experiments, the coma - and celebrating with them during the beautiful moments. When I started writing "In His World," I wanted to tell a story about two broken people who found each other in the most unlikely circumstances and chose to build something real together. I wanted to explore what happens when a contract marriage becomes actual love, when desperation becomes hope, when strangers become soulmates. Elena and Adrian's story is about choice. They weren't destined to fall in love - they chose it. Every single day for twenty-three years, they woke up and chose each other. Through danger and pea

This was a woman who had been shattered and taped back together with adrenaline and alcohol. ​"Oh, snap it, Mr. Hulk!" Chloe chirped, poking a finger into the hard muscle of Roman’s chest. "Stop being so... serious. Can we just have fun? We wanna party! The world is ending, didn't you hear?" ​"Yes!" Vivienne added, throwing her arms around Roman’s neck, her head falling back as she laughed. "Girls just wanna party, Roman. Duuh. No more space. No more weeks. Just... now."

- - - Third Person's POV While Sarah, Sandro, and Fatima are thinking of a plan how to fight against their foe, Rhea and Dwyane are also constructing their plan on how to destroy their rivals. "So you mean, we will sabotage their restaurant?" Dwyane asked Rhea. There is a doubt in Dwyane. He thinks that the plan made by Rhea will not work. However, he can't protest against her. He knows that Rhea will always win in the end of their argument.