Baddie Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

I want to say all these things to you. That will u become my world??... She slowly remove her hair from face and as she look at that side..she took some step back.. Max was lying on floor ..badly beaten by someone and Ryan was in pose of punching him ..his veins of hands can be clearly seen ..his bulging muscles which are ready to come out of his shirt ..one can understand how angry he was by looking at max condition..Ryan's was almost going to kill him...Whole way he was beating him mercilessly

TRIGGER WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL MATERIAL. THE FOLLOWING SCENE DEPICTS THEMES OF SEXUAL AGGRESSION AND SITUATIONS OF NON-CONSENT. THIS CONTENT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL AUDIENCES. PLEASE BE ADVISED. 18+ ONLY. ********************************

I say. "Yeah, goodnight." Ashley says, there is a moment of hesitation from her where I get the sense that she wants to add something but she doesn't and I end the call. I stare at the wall of album covers as a huge entire wall covering collage I have in front of my bed. Sad albums. Metal bands. Artists with names that insinuate how much they want to kill themselves. Black lined eyes, sharp features. Skeletons. Then the sad indie girls. An intellectual mix of disturbing art.

“You’ll need it for later.” We turned a corner, and the corridor opened up into a lavishly appointed bedroom, a stark contrast to the sterile environment I had just left. The walls were draped in deep crimson, adorned with elaborate tapestries that seemed to watch me as I was thrust inside. The plush furnishings and decadent decor felt like a mockery of the grim reality I faced. The Boss stepped in behind me, his presence suffocating as he surveyed the room. “Welcome to my humble abode, Helen,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.”

“Umm, do you want me to hold you?” “Not yet.” Tucking my hands between my legs doesn’t help, so I try to count backwards while staring at the walls of my room as Ben gathers his thoughts. They are painted a cream colour with a splash of chocolate. Ben is still quiet. I push myself closer to him. Our knees touch, it’s just enough contact for him to know I’m here for him. He offers me a half-smile.

In a way, Taranis smiled wide too but something about this guy’s laugh was obnoxious, like he was full of himself. We reached the place. I could see why all the campus kids came here often, it was a nice place. Though the outside might seem slightly shabby, the inside was anything but. It gave a paradoxical illusion, since the white color on the walls outside was chipping off. There were yellow warm lights adorning the window and strings of flowers were wrapped around the wires. There were also two huge plants full of lovely flowers. A single bench lay between the 2 plants as a bridge.

"Boss is inside, you can go in." Alona pointed her index finger to the conference room. I felt a bit nervous. What if they didn't like my initial designs? I worried that they wouldn't like them because, truth be told, I struggled with the concept given the details. Most of my interior designs looked like BDSM rooms. I tried to make them look homey, but they looked sensual because of the theme and colors chosen by the owner. Geez! The red-black and blue-black combinations made my designs look like rooms for adults only. Kids should not be allowed in that hotel.

cursed Angelina without hesitation, once she saw the object in the box. How could Angelina not swear if the box contained red lingerie, matching the color of the box? Angelina was annoyed and ruffled the neat folds of the lingerie, and finally, she found a postcard. Angelina took it and read the writing inside. [You would be so sexy and alluring if you wore this. Just imagining it is driving me crazy. Do you want to make it happen?] I don't know why Angelina's cheeks were flushed. It was obvious that she was very embarrassed when she knew Alex was thinking wild things about her.

They can't dislike each other if I'm not wrong. +++ "There will never come the day when I'll be as blithesome as these two fine ladies. Especially for this reckless activity. Celeste is following in her footsteps and has chosen high-waisted multicolored palazzo pants with a black crop top. There's a black afro wig sitting on her head too, hiding her own shiny hair. I'm wearing a similar wig which goes well with my leopard-printed suit. "Isn't this a bit extreme?" I ask, buttoning my awful shirt.

In the background, a city skyline rises– tall buildings with lit windows, similar to the comic images of Gotham. Both cases feature a dark, comic-book style artwork and is made up of deep blacks, cool blues and muted grey. Together, the two cases create an image of Batman holding Catwoman and kissing intimately. These phone covers are more intimate that the phone covers they saw online and fit Zack’s style better. Zack’s green eyes widen dramatically at the sight of the connected covers. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he immediately scoops both packages off the display case. “Holy shit, Anna– you have excellent taste,” he declares loudly enough to draw curious glances form