Romans & histoires Alexandra Snow Chastity

I can’t deny that if it weren’t for Alexander knocking me off my pedestal, I never would have been friends with the three most amazing girls at this school, Azira Sidorov, Giorgia Damato, and Adrianna Vasquez. Alexander grabs a fistful of my hair, groaning against my ear. “That’s it, Gurin, just like that,” he breathes, his deep, velvety voice almost alluring if it weren’t for the fact he’s literally blackmailing me right now. “I bet your tight virgin cunt is dripping wet right now.” “No chance,” I say. “Hmm, I wonder if you’re a liar,” he murmurs, his hand inching up the skirt of my dress. “I think I’ll find out.”

she leaned against the table and spread her legs showing her bare pussy, she deliberately didn't wear panties to seduce Alex by her slutty actions. " Whore !! ", Alex cursed, he feels disgusted by her old and ugly pussy which was fucked by countless men. " Stop this! you ugly whore I am not interested in your nasty cave " Alex cursed and pushed aside from the table " But you were mad for this pussy in the past time ", Clara asked stubbornly. " You were just a Silicon sex doll for me, don't think so highly of yours. I am bored of it so it's better to keep your distance from me your touch made me dirty ", Alex snapped.

Lyra whooped heavily with my mother too but i just sat there staring at them in confusion. I knew how the world works. Enough to know that it cost my father something. And to confirm my thoughts, the father cleared his throat, “In return for that…i will have to give one of my daughters to become the alpha’s uhm…mistress.” My heart fell immediately when his gaze shifted to me. No, no no he cannot do this. “The Silver Fang pack has offered more than half a billion dollars for you Xenia, and we accepted the offer. As from now you are their Alpha’s mistress.”

Jean comforted Alexa by holding her tightly on her lap. "I know I am not Moon-young anymore, Jean. Now, I am called Alexa. Our sexual relationship here are all normal. I am merely surprised... The white snow of Moonyoung still resides within me. I also have a sexual desire I want to have intercourse with you. Despite how crazy we might be, I find it exhilarating." "So that's why sometimes she acts like a saint and other times she's like a baddest bitch." Jean pondered. Jean made an intense eye contact with Alexa before saying :

She lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "This is all your fault! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you? Ever since you were a child, you've been a scheming little vixen, stirring up trouble everywhere you go. Look at what you've done now. Your father wants a divorce. Are you finally happy?"

Jaxon When Christopher stormed into my room, the door hit the wall hard enough to rattle the frame. His face was carved in fury. And I was still tasting Aurora. Her scent lingered in my lungs like something addictive—warm skin, soft shampoo, that faint sweetness that clung to her pulse. My sheets still carried her heat. My hands still remembered the curve of her waist. She’d been right here. Within reach. Too fucking close. Where I could just rip that shirt off of her and—

What else had he kept from her? Alexander took a sip of his strong, black coffee. “Eventually it got so bad we had to send him to rehab. He got better. Studied hard, went to law school.” Alexander smiled a wistful smile. “Mason and Chase were close friends.” “Until Amanda came into the picture. Chase told me.” Christine said. “What did she look like, this woman?” Chase had never shown him any pictures of her. It was like he erased everything from that part of his life.

Flowers decorated the passageway, each pot with a considerable amount of space between. The building's interior was chic and exotic just the way she liked it. She loved the soft colors that blended to give it a cool feel. She shivered. The word ‘cool' reminded her of the weather forecast that morning. Snow. It was going to snow very soon and her stomach rolled at the thought. Scarlett didn’t hate the snow. In fact, she loved it. She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions.

( Alexander pov) The charcoal-gray sedan glided through the morning traffic, the tinted glass providing an illusion of isolation I craved. I ignored the low hum of the city and focused on the previous night. ​You are mine, Miss Hayes. ​I hadn't slept well. The metallic taste of the power I asserted over her was intoxicating, but the sight of her eyes—wide, shocked, and wet—haunted me. The contact, the pressure of my thumb on her cheekbone, was a reckless breach of conduct. It was impulsive, raw, and utterly satisfying. I hadn't wanted to simply dismiss her; I wanted to pull her across the desk and take the defiance out of her body, replacing it with submission.

LILY The snow hadn’t stopped falling since dusk. It came down in soft sheets, muting the world into something unreal — like the universe itself was holding its breath. Inside the chalet, the fire glowed low and golden, painting the walls in amber. The scent of cedar and smoke filled the air, and somewhere in the distance, a storm rumbled like it couldn’t quite reach us. Jake was by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn’t watching the storm — he was watching me.