Bethany Whisper Mga Nobela at Kwento

But it was just so messy. It’d been fun. Whispering at her and watching her search the room for the child or device. Then Bethany toyed with insignificant items on the dresser. That did it. It was so easy. But the cherry on the top. Bethany could settle a piece of her spirit temporarily with the woman. Keeping the whispers going, she listened to the woman’s frightened rambling. She drove through the snowy nighttime world in the cold and dark.

He turned back. Walked toward her door. Stopped just before it. For a long moment, he just stood there, his heart hammering like a drum, his breath unsteady. If he knocked, he knew what would happen. If he stepped inside, there would be no going back. And yet… His hand lifted. Just as his knuckles were about to meet the wood— A whisper. Soft. Barely there. "Go home, Ethan." His entire body locked. Her voice was low, amused. Too calm.

Isabella tossed the shorts towards the ground and was now left in just her underwear which was a pair of bra and pants. “Baby girl, I need you to touch yourself for me,” he purred, his voice seductive and hypnotic. “Make yourself wet and ready for my dick,” he spat, his bold tone triggering an almost hypnotic reaction in Isabella. Without hesitation, she complied with his command. The words washed over Isabella like a wave of desire, her body burning with a need that she could no longer deny. Her fingers trailed down her body, sliding past the elastic of her panties as she took it off before proceeding to take off her bra.

Her thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight, relentless circles. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, voice breaking. “Rina, I’m so close—” “Cum on my fingers, Betty. Soak my hand. I want to feel you cream all over me.” That was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, so hard my vision whited out. I slammed down on her fingers, pussy spasming and gushing, juices running down her wrist and onto the sheet. I kept riding through it, grinding and shaking, moaning her name like it was the only word I knew.

~ ISLA ~ The greenhouse fell into a suffocating silence. The air smelled of damp soil and roses—warm and sweet—but there was a pressure in my chest that made it hard to breathe. Bethany waited, pruning shears loosely held between her fingers. Her posture stayed elegant, composed, but there was a subtle shift in her expression. I didn’t bother easing into it. I didn’t have the strength for subtlety anymore. I met her eyes and asked, quietly but clearly—

“Buy a coffee.” “Are you… blackmailing me?” “Yes, I am,” Sandra replied without a hint of shame. “I’ll be waiting—and dress nicely, alright? No sunglasses.” With that, she hung up. Jessica shook her head and placed the phone down on the table. “Mylene, what time is our event for the Whiteheart Charity?” she asked, steadying her voice. “3:00 p.m., Ma’am.” She glanced at her watch, it was already two o’clock.

See everything that I was feeling right now. After all these years . . . I shivered when he exhaled sharply, warm breath caressing my bare neck. “Ethan,” I whispered. “Bella,” he whispered as if it was a prayer. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.