Basement Yard Fanfic 소설 & 이야기

“You’ll like it, in the end. I promise.” She sat on a folding chair in a basement, her shirt folded on her knees, her bra scrunched around her stomach. She breathed mold, mildew, dust. Focused on the single bulb hanging from a knotted cord overhead and the thick stone of the concrete walls instead of the mattress—spotted with the dry, flaking red, yellow, brown stains of who knew how many desperate, unfortunate souls—on the floor. “Your tits suck and your ass looks like shit,” the boyfriend said a week earlier as he stood up, padding to the bathroom to take a leak.

how I’ll send you to your own grave. I turned to walk away but stopped abruptly when I saw Bas standing in the hallway, his expression unreadable. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low and serious. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. He led me into an empty room, the door clicking shut behind us. The room was dark, the only light coming from the windows high on the wall. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the silence stretching out painfully. Bas's eyes held a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, regret. My mind raced, trying to come up with what he was thinking, what he wanted to say. Clearing my throat, I broke the silence. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked, my voice barely ab

Walking in the stairway with the only one bulb in the ceiling, Basil is shooting every man he met in his way. The direction he is taking leading him at the back of the Underground. It was dim and cold as he arrived outside but he sees clearly Niklaus holding the girl in his side. There are two post in their both sides that giving bright for them to see each other. As Basil stepped outside in the Bermuda grass, he shot the three men in his right and two in his left. He never dared to takeoff his eyes in Niklaus and to the woman he thought Irish.

Ryan leaned against the door, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker now, watching me as I backed toward the bed. The room smelled like my lotion, vanilla mixed with something warmer from earlier, and the lamp on my nightstand cast a soft glow over everything. My bed was unmade, the sheets rumpled from last night, and I sat on the edge, pulling my knees up for a second before stretching my legs out. "That was too close down there," he said, his voice low, stepping closer. He ran a hand through his hair, still messy from whatever he'd been doing before. "We can't keep playing in the basement. Someone's gonna walk in for real next time."

This will be the last time I come in here since by the time tomorrow morning comes around, I will already be at the Nightwalkers pack, working as Alpha Derrick's slave there. When I finally made it down to the basement, I was completely taken aback by what I saw down there. There were a lot of red flowers all over the place, and they were scattered from the inner entry of the basement down to where the sofa and bed are. I was ecstatic when I also realized that all of the drawings I produced within the basement had been converted into something more appealing to the eye and intriguing to look at. "What does all of this amount to?" As I made my way around the basement, I couldn't help but muse

Maybe killing Basilea will be easier after all. It was the first time he came to me after his loss, I didn't expect him for maybe weeks later. I knew that he has feelings for his little demon, though I would never get jealous of the lesser being, him coming to my chamber for my company pleased my inner ego. His hand rested on my waist, tightening his grip, and abruptly pulled me to feel his sculpted figure. His other hand reached my backside and slowly traced lower and tugged the flimsy string of my bottom cloth that hides my half-hardening cock. The hard repetitive smack of his palm on my bare ass cheek was next and it sent a jolt of excitement straight to my cock.

There, he cooked and prepared again their food and after he finished cooking and preparing, he brought it at the second floor of his condo. He prepared the table and the food with the wine, near at the fiber glass walls and it feels like they are dating and eating near at the sky. After they eat, Thomas danced with her again under the view of the stars in the sky and the moonlight. “Sweetie love, thank you for saying ‘Yes’ to me at the night of your birthday, you don’t know how much it made me happy when I heard it from you, it’s like it’s my birthday too because I’m the one who received the most precious gift that night.” He said to while he is kissing her neck already.

Basilio was in a three-piece black suit too and under the sunshine of the warm May day, he looked even more striking. A frisson of recognition ran down my spine as our gazes met. Something amusing and dangerous danced in Basilio’s gaze, tempting me to fall under his dark spell. My heartbeat sped up and I smiled. Though I wasn’t sure why. There was nothing happy about the current situation or talking to a man with the worst reputation in New York. I liked him. I mean, how could you not with that gorgeous, full smile and dark eyes that could consume your soul.

Tyler bent over the edge of our bed, sheets tangled around him, the anniversary watch I bought him still strapped to his wrist while my father Alpha Marcus was behind him, hips moving with horrifying familiarity, sweat glistening across both their backs pounding into Tyler's ass. Tyler’s head dropped back with another moan while Marcus gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. Tears hit my eyes immediately. My chest hurt so badly it felt hard to breathe. The comforter I picked out last month lay crumpled on the floor. Stupid detail. My brain was grabbing onto anything except what was actually happening right now. I staggered backward until my shoulder hit the wall. I should leave. Instead I st

I was fully invested in what we were doing, the thought of the consequences long vanished from my head. “I'm gonna confess. I saw pictures of you, and that's why I got transferred. I convinced my mom to let me come here and immediately I saw you that day at the airport, I knew I was going to do anything possible to get you writhing beneath me like this. I can obviously afford to get an apartment, but how else would I have made this sick fantasy I had about my mum's best friend come true? I may be younger, but I can make you feel good. I bet I can do it better than those old men you let grace your hot body.” “Trey–”