Beautiful And Twisted Mga Nobela at Kwento

she hissed, pulling me closer by my tie and I kept slamming inside her roughly. "You like it rough, baby girl?" I smirked and she rolled her eyes. Man, only she could roll her eyes in the middle of sex. "Shut up and kiss me," she mumbled and I pulled her closer, kissing her deeply. We both found our release and I pulled back, trying to catch my breath and looked at her. She looked so beautiful with her hair in a sexy messy, her skin glistening with sweat from our previous activity. I buried myself against the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet addictive scent.

I try to move, but I'm stuck, reminded that I'm only just an observer. A woman steps gracefully out from the surrounding shadows. The woman from all my previous, agonizing visions. Her face is no longer half-rotten or decayed. It’s entirely, exquisitely beautiful now, hauntingly so. A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel.

I twist my wrists, trying to snap free, but his hold is iron, his strength unyielding. “I don’t really know what to say about you right now, little pup,” he murmurs, his voice velvet-wrapped steel. His golden eyes glimmer with something dangerous. “Damn. You are the most beautiful, alluring, delicious, tasty piece of art I’ve ever met in my life.” “Oh my God…” The words remain silent in my mind, a scream I can’t let out as my control slips further and further away. How are his words getting to me? How do they dig under my skin, into my blood, until my body is no longer my own?

Wyatt I sat with Brianna for a while, the shadow of Beau disappearing down the hall a ways. Fingers trailing through her hair, a heady exhale releasing from her. I soaked in the beauty of her ultimate resignation, of the pain, fear, anger, and betrayal handed to me like a sacrifice. All of her faces were breathtaking, this one however was the most at peace and I wanted to watch her dance with that peace and writhe within that sinful ecstasy with weightless transcendent abandon.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.

It was beautiful. I tore my eyes from the beauty and turned them towards the mixture of monsters standing behind me. The ugliness of this world was right here, waiting for my command. They were what this world wanted to purge. They were terrifying and disgusting, but they were what I desired. Beauty was not going to slaughter everyone in the Base; beauty was going to soak our skins and fill our stomachs. It was going to be glorious.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

"Oh, Mom, you always say everyone look alike! These days, strangers seem similar everywhere." "True," Sharon said rapidly, making everyone chuckle. "I have seen lots of children that resemble celebrities." Mary laughed and shook it off. "I think you're right." Sharon turned to face Davis, who was closely observing her. She turned away fast, hands quivering slightly. "Davis," Peter continued, guiding the discussion back, "what made you fall for Isabella?" Davis gave Isabella a grin. "She has the most beautiful heart I have ever encountered, she is intelligent and I love her drive, she is a lovely person and when I first met her I knew she was my perfect match."

I had never been a morning person. Then my eyes landed on something I was not prepared for. Mr Billionaire. He walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist, the rest of his body fully exposed. My breath caught. He looked breathtaking. His hair was damp and messy from the shower. Water drops traced down his chest. His skin was glowing. His scent filled the air. His face calm and flawless. I sat there frozen. My eyes moved slowly across his body, stopping right where the towel sat. My gaze fixed there. I could not look away.

’ My hands patted my sheathes that were holding the blades that would help to end Draxthi and the Demacores entirely. A gust of dark energy moved towards us. Draxthi, Gixin, Calvin, a group of Demacores, and a couple of witches appeared within that energy. Beauty let her Vessel aura out to play so that it could entice them. It was working like a fucking charm. They all looked like they wanted to possess her, but they would be dead long before that ever fucking happened. “Hello, boys,” Beauty drawled.