Bloody Love By Wahiba Fatima นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I forced the truth into Ahbaya’s skin, sucking hard until a deep blueish-purple blossoms onto the pale expanse of her neck, her breast, and back and tenderly caresses the soft jut of her hip. “I love you, Ahbaya Bloodmoon.” She didn’t reply, instead she trailed her hands on my back and her long nails dug on my skin. It aches and yet I let her do it, let her continue as if it’s one of her ways for her to mark me. “I love you, I love you, Ahbaya, I love you forever and always.” “Yael, please,” Ahbaya gasps and I wastes no time. My tongue began to rove over her soft glistening skin—over places I’ve already marked and places I have yet to have my fill of again. Ahbaya shivers and turns onto her

Fatima’s eyes rolled back, her tongue hanging out as she came hard, her cunt spasming and squirting around his thrusting dick. Yusuf kept fucking her through her orgasm, then suddenly pulled out. “Open your mouth.” Fatima obediently stuck her tongue out, moaning like a bitch as he stroked his cock furiously and exploded all over her pretty face and heaving tits. Thick ropes of cum painted her hijab-less hair, her cheeks, her lips, and her swollen nipples. When he was done, she looked up at him with a wicked, satisfied smile, cum dripping down her chin. “Next time you come to see Baba… make sure you come early,” she purred, scooping some of his cum onto her fingers and sucking it clean. “This

She leaned back in her chair, content. Because the true success of love isn’t holding tightly. It’s letting go with trust. And somewhere in the heart of the city, two people were beginning again—carrying her lessons with them. And promising, silently and surely, to always come back home.

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」 ❝ . . . . 𝕋HERE ARE A FEW TRIGGER WARNINGS, I would like to point out for this story, just in case, there are mentions of d/aths (e), there will be some ma/ipulation (n), slights mentions of r/pe (a) perhaps, c/r acci/ents (a, d), there will huge amounts of vi/lence (o), which be very graphic as well and some mentions of bl/od (o). ❞

“Hahaha..” The others also exclaimed the same. “Me too! Hahaha..” “And now.. Here are the names of the winners for tonight’s contest.. Liam Branigan, Rupert Greaves, Kristopher Alonzo, Heather Bennett, Armie Lee, Koby Hunt and Katherine Atwood!!!”

Aisha spoke, accentuating each word. “You know how to insult,abi?” she continued,”Insult! Insult ,let me hear!” Naeto raised a brown challengingly. “All bark and no bite.” he whispered mockingly,” That’s what you want to hear..." He had barely finished speaking before Aisha swung her fist and landed a punch on his face. Naeto staggered back, his right hand moving automatically to cover his wounded eye. Ify sprang up immediately as gasps erupted from the room, looking at Aisha in shock.

Bella Risa furrowed her brows, letting go of the hand that was pressing down on the wound. Raph Conrad looked at the scratch on Bach My's neck. He approached her, the wound didn't look deep, and the blood flowed non-stop. Bella Risa's skin is very white, so the wound looks a bit creepy. Bella Risa did not dare to look at her wound, so she closed her eyes tightly.

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

she said, ever so softly making me wet, She slowly walked to me trapping me between the island and her body, leaning in she whispered, “Why do you look so hot today?” “Maybe because I was patiently waiting for you to come and touch,” Smiling she kissed my earlobe, “I can do more than touch you, I can make you cum even harder,” Moaning, “I would very much love that,” I could hear Gustavo breathing heavily as I and Tiana focus in each other, “Gustavo,” Tiana said, Startled he answered, “ye….yes ma'am, Gustavo here,”