Big Bird On Crack Novels & Stories

she tried to say, but the words came out as nothing thanks to the gag. Then came a soft whirr outside the window and a gentle tap on the glass. A delivery drone. He retrieved the package, and moments later his new toys were laid out in front of him. He burst into a deep laugh as he turned on the twelve-inch dildo. The rumble of it and the powerful buzz sent fresh chills rippling through Lena's body. "You love dicks, right?" He walked toward her with predatory slowness and stood behind her, pushing her forward so her ass was up in the air.

"I promise, he won't do such a thing again." "Yes," I say. Mr. Roger then calls, "Amber." "Can you please not tell your parents about this?" "I won't," I say. "Good. And because of that, you're welcome to call me for any assistance." "Yes, Mr. Roger." I then end the phone call. Tristan leans into his seat, smiling. He laughs and says, "Poor Lucas, his billionaire dad is punishing him for nothing." I'm smoothing the pain around my throat, terrified of him.

Don’t ask me how I did it—I just did. Now I was inside, surrounded by crates of cocaine and food waiting to be delivered. “Eh… I need a pack!” I said, dragging an iron chair nearby and sitting down. “What the fuck!” They all flinched. Five of them, and one looked like he was probably Irish. The bald man stepped forward, towering over me like a mountain with his tattooed head gleaming under the dim light. “Last chance. Get. The fuck. Out.” I didn’t bother responding. My hand shot to my waistband. The crack of my first shot echoed like thunder, and the guy on his left crumpled instantly, blood pooling beneath him.

I would likely find a way to solve the problem inside the capital. When we finally reached the crack, everyone was surprised to see just how small it actually was. “Is this really the spot you want us to sneak in through? Is this where you made your great escape from?” Carter didn’t seem to believe what he was seeing. “That’s why it’s called the crack. What were you expecting?” I asked. I was the first to bend down. The crack was an actual crack in the wall, but it had chipped enough to leave behind a hole in its wake. The hole was just big enough for a person to fit through if they squeezed themselves into it while on all fours.

Crysta makes a small, choked sound. And I can’t fucking breathe.

Jethro purred, "From now on, call me whenever you need some sugar. I can give you more than a good time, Serena, and you know it. Don't starve yourself of heaven." Since when was I that kind of girl? This man was just making headcanons about me now. I was so enraged that my chest was heaving. I sat up straight. I would’ve beaten him up if I could. Glaring, I yelled, "Delete! The! Copy!" "No. Can. Do," Jethro replied mockingly, "I want to listen to it as my chill music. Your sounds are so wonderful, it was audio Viagra at its finest." "Fuck you!" I snarled and tried to reach for his phone. That copy had to be in there. I didn't see any extra recording devices.

So I just sat there, feeling useless. “I’m not telling you so you can look at me like that,” she said. “I’m telling you because Carter’s killing himself trying to keep me alive.” “What do you mean?” “You’ve seen the bruises, right?” I nodded slowly. Who hasn't? It's kinda what makes him dangerous. “You think those came from school fights?” “I… yeah.” She shook her head, her voice suddenly quiet. “He’s been fighting in underground rings. Cage matches. Bare-knuckle stuff. No rules. He gets paid cash under the table. Sometimes he limps home. Sometimes he’s coughing up blood.”

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

He immediately crawled backwards, turning his brain over while doing so, trying to find a way out of this predicament. He crawled for a few meters before he felt his back hitting a wall. Lei felt it with his hands, finding it smooth and hard. The gigantic bird was still closing in on him. He thought it was only a few meters away a moment ago but now, Lei realized it was so big that he couldn’t really tell their distance apart. He was about to move sideways, intending to continue crawling when cracking sounds came from behind him. He immediately looked backed. Web-like cracks have appeared on the wall he was leaning in.. well maybe it was more appropriate to say that web-like cracks appeared

He chuckles vigorously, causing his shoulders to bob up and down. “I’m too old for a crush, you fucking moron,” I spit out at his childish comment. "But I will tell you this. Birdene Black is like a drug. Intoxicating, addictive, all-consuming. As much as I desire to hate her, never hear or see her... I crave to bind her to me.” My body trembles as the words leave my lips in a possessive tone. Contemptuously, “you’re in love with the hazel-eyed beauty. Cute!” Branko replies, wagging his brows. “Maybe I should’ve taken her and showed her how a real man fucks.”