Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

Francesa woke up sore between her thighs. She stretched, yawned loud like a cat, and mumbled in Spanish, “Dios mío… ese vampiro tiene una pinga gigante…” She rubbed her eyes, remembering every filthy second from last night. The way he bent her over, the way he bit her, the way his cock didn’t stop. But wait—he told her to forget. She smirked. “Ha! That shit no work on me. I no forget nada.”

"I can't have anything with this good man." "Why do you look so worried is everything okay with you?" Siaasked after noticing that Selene had really not smiled ever since she entered her room. "I can't let go of what happened that night. I have been restless ever since. I have gone back to that field but he didn't show up." "Excuse me? You went back to what field." Sia asked her. She couldn't understand why Selene kept bringing up the one-night stand. Why was it called a one-night stand again?

I whisper before falling into the peacful darkness of sleep. Dante King It's been a little over a month since our unexpect but fucking perfect night when wee all walked in to find the naughty minx kneeling in the living room in nothing but a black bra and thong, fucking hell that night was fucking perfect she let us fuck her how ever we wanted. Sence that night we have all had our time with her alone and together, shes so fucking perseptive and sensitive to our touch that she only further proves to us just how fucking perfect she is for us.

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before (Give or Take a Century) Thaelen admired the way that the moonlight played over Akaus’ skin, his muscles flexing as he thrusted into Besafora, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly that the skin dimpled beneath his fingertips, but it did not seem to hurt her at all.

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.

This time it becomes successful as she finally falls asleep wishing to have a peaceful dream which turns to a nightmare. This time it is neither the centipede monster nor other monsters but Lucas. Lucas stands alone in the dark alley with his face full of blood and his clothes was torn. The thing that baffles her most was the tears in his eyes. He is trying to speak to her, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to call her name but no words comes out of his mouth. For the first time, she sees fear in his eyes, he tries to come closer to her but stops when the centipede monster comes into view.

With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement. God damn it Kaydence you are weak. Getting caught because you ran the wrong way. I have been here long enough I should know my way around by now. Damion Night has been my home for four years now and it has been hell since day one. My first night here he lost his temper with me because I wouldn't stop crying.

" What are you talking about?" "you know exactly what I am talking about, you were out with a woman last night having fun and I was here worrying my ass down about your whereabouts". she voice out angrily. " What woman are you talking about? I--" he got interrupted by an incoming message from his phone, he brought out the phone and clicked on the message as the photo of himself and the lady he helped last night appeared where he carried her in his arms "What is the meaning of this?". he questioned confusedly and stare at Maya." I didn't do anything with her, I only help to one of the lounges because she fell unconscious, someone took the wrong photo of us".

I asked her. "Mate," Daeva replied with a voice that was soft yet sinister at the same time. Daeva had said the word mate in a manner that left me waiting in suspense for what would happen next, yet nothing had happened. Glancing at the clock on the desk, I realized it was late in the evening. Turning to look at the wolf who had once again made himself comfortable on my bed, I realized there was no way I could grab food with him in the room, or could I?

“The door was open. I have here some fresh juice courtesy of the management. Madame, where would you like me to place the juice?” “I … I …” I’m almost gibbering. I want to scream. I want to erupt. This is supposed to be our wedding night. Our wedding night. And we’re standing in a hotel suite, surrounded by hammering workmen, butlers with salvers, and the noise of Teletubbies drilling into my brain. “Madame,” says Nico gently. “I am mortified that we are inconveniencing you. Please may I offer you again a complimentary cocktail in the bar?”