Beautiful And Twisted Novels & Stories

And that brings me a certain satisfaction. I watch my mate straighten her spine, and her eyes lock on Mace and his mate with purpose. With her pussy wolf boyfriend, Sloane marches right up to the pair of them. Twyla is a pretty female and she knows it. She has long strawberry blonde hair, but rather small tits that seem at odds with her other proportions, long legs, big ass. But the Alpha’s daughter of the ShadowFang pack has nothing on my mate. Sloane remains the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, with hair of silky black, creamy skin, and eyes blue-black. Perfection in all ways. But Twyla eyes Sloane with distaste. Sloane had my brother first, has his cub, and those are things the she-bi

"What do I need love for? I was the cruel Alpha and I could get anyone that I wanted with just a snap of my fingers. "We are eliminating everyone and When I said everyone, I meant ever..yon..e.." I growled.

“Did I do good—?” She grabbed my tie and yanked me forward. I gasped, my cock straining through my pants. I raised my eyes to hers. She was beautiful. Not in the way Margot or Chrissy were. She was beautiful in the way a storm was beautiful. In the way a wildfire was beautiful. In the way something that could destroy you completely was beautiful. “Tell me you want me,” “I want you.” “Tell me you'd burn everything down for me.” “I'd burn everything down for you.”

My own twisted cravings eclipsed any sense of reason or morality. "Too bad, you worthless piece of shit, you couldn't do a goddamn thing to save your sorry excuse for a family and friends after I spelled out my plans for them to you," I spat, my voice laced with venomous delight. "You'll soon hear the sweet symphony of their screams, echoing through these godforsaken cells. The cries of your brothers, your men... It's over, Santino, and you're gonna watch every fucking second of it."

She had no fucking idea what she was doing to me. I adjusted my cock and looked away from her pussy. All in due time. I traced her cheek gently and kissed her soft lips. She was a little spitfire, this one. She was prickly outside, but inside? She was just soft goo. She looked so vulnerable at that moment, with soft lips parted, tiny snores coming out through her nose. She was too fucking beautiful. Her sweetheart shaped face could make men go down on their knees, but too fucking bad. The only man she'll be getting is me, whether she likes it or not.

Eric decided he would take her to the Palazzo; it was a lovely little pub for the elite. He wanted a place where he could have a quiet moment with her. He wanted to express his feelings toward her, uninterrupted. He could see she was tense as she barely engaged in a conversation with him, putting in a few words here and there. He did not want to impose himself, he was going to be gentle on her, though that was never his style as he always got his way with women whenever he wanted. He was attractive, well-off, and charismatic.

He always insisted that he wanted one last chance to play with the hearts of his victims before damming them to hell. He was as twisted as he was handsome. It was his curse, just as mine was, to always strive to be the best and have the best, from good looks to the nicest clothes and women; I had to have it all. Or at least I did until I found myself lusting after a woman who used my Pride against me to get what she wanted.

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

Relent to the twisted weave, nature itself is casting on me. I’ve never smelled a pussy that didn’t make me want to puke or seen an ass that made my flaccid dick want anything but to shrivel in on itself. Yet, the weakest, and most pathetic creature on all the Isle is riding it. Using the friction of our bodies to grind away the material that keeps her from her prize with sheer tantric will. Making her brother as good as dead the second I free myself from whatever black magic she uses to offset common fucking sense!

Where am I exactly? “How are you feeling young lady?” the lady in a scarlet dress asked me. She’s so beautiful like a sunrise and sunset on the horizon, her dazzling blue eyes are pretty like the sea and her long curly silver-gray hair is perfect with her perfect face. So beautiful that even her smile brightens the darkness giving such a purity. What the heck am I saying snap it out self.