Annabeth Chase Smut Novels & Stories

Michelle Morripin – There’s Still Hope There was no strength left in my body. Each kick made me curl in on myself. Every word spat from that woman’s mouth made me wish I’d never been born. Her screams blended with the muffled sound of my bones cracking, my flesh giving way under her heels. My face felt hot. But not from anger. From blood. The metallic taste slid across my tongue, burning my throat alongside the humiliation. “I’m going to kill you!” Anabelle screamed, her face twisted with rage, makeup smeared, eyes wild. “Once you’re dead, there’ll be nothing left standing between me and him. NOTHING!”

*************** Jeremy wasn’t prepared for when the same stranger from last night walked into the chapel, all tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt at the top. Graphic images of their erotic night together flashing across his mind. The man had brought him to his release three times that night, and Jeremy had collapsed, satiated, wondering if he’d ever be able to move on from such an amount of pleasure. If anything, he’d wanted to experience more of that. But his sad reality awaited. Which was already playing out. He felt a tap on his hand that was curled lightly underneath her chin, sharp and stinging. “What are you doing?” Bridget demanded through gritted teeth, trying to communicate with her e

Nobody honestly was going to look for anybody to this part. Annabeth and I stood behind a pillar as we watched her. She had her back to us and she slowly began to take off her scarf. She pulled the sleeve of her dress down and my hand clamped over my mouth immediately to stop myself from gasping. She was literally covered in scars that looked like they weren’t done healing. She raised her hand to her body and began to itch them whimpering uncontrollably. “You can’t be tired,” She kept muttering to herself as she itched her scar more intensely.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Confirm the extraction point. Eugene hesitated, then typed quickly: *The sacred clearing. During her first shift. Be ready.* Back in Lucious's quarters, Annabella arched against him, her body responding to his touch with an intensity that surprised them both. The Beta's daughter had always been reserved, even timid—a product of years spent trying to fade into the background. But tonight, with her wolf so close to the surface and Lucious's hands mapping every inch of her skin, something primal had awakened within her.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

If my Mom will see me in this, she will probably die from heart-attack. When Avantika at a point of time was purposely leaning to show her cleavage Akshay put his hand on my bare thigh and started caressing. The sensation of him touching me so intimately left me breathless and squirming in my seat. Avantika eyed his hand on my bare flesh with so much intensity as if she wanted to burn us both with her eyes. Anyway, let's not think about that bi.... we were back in Mumbai by the evening. Everyone was tired after long journey and demanded an early dinner. I just made light club sandwhiches with cranberry-kiwi smoothie.

Her hair was tied up In a messy bun which made her look really cute and innocent. She'd also taken off her shoes earlier when they were stomping on the soil so she'd run towards him barefooted... "I'm dirty.." Annah raised her hands to show Nicklaus because she doesn't wanna dirty him too. But getting dirty was the last thing Nicklaus was concerned about. The fact that both the succubus and crucifix had been freed from Tartarus and dared to harm his people seems to piss him off... Those creatures were repeatedly testing his patience and this made his blood boil..

"Too tired, but thanks anyway, baby." Anabeth shrugged. "I'll just have to fuck myself silly with my toys tonight instead." "And probably wake the whole block when you cum," Charity replied, smirking. "Nothing wrong with enjoying yourself." Charity's mind conjured up the image of the young dark-haired guy who she'd danced for earlier, deliberately making him cum. "You're smiling," Anabeth said immediately, her eyes narrowed. "What did you do?" "Made a guy cum tonight," Charity smirked.

For the first time since after she died, I let myself cry properly. That night, I was physically and mentally drained. My supply of life force was exhausted so he had to go into someone’s dreams that night. I concentrated and picked on a college student. He was one of the smarter ones, considering he read Ana Huang. He just moved up in my list of respect. I rarely ever say this but the sex was really good and his life force was intoxicating. I would’ve drunk more but I didn’t want it to affect him. I wave him bye, knowing I would never come back. There was, however, something different about him. Revived, I returned back to the reality and found something to eat. All that sex made me really