Blue Devils Drum Corp Novels & Stories

“Yes, I know that.” I chuckled, clapping him on the back. “Good, let's join them and have fun, shall we?” Nathan nodded enthusiastically, and we plunged into the crowd, the music and laughter enveloping us. I shot a sideways glance at Nathan, my piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly. He looked like he was itching for trouble, his emerald eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. I could almost see his inner demons stirring, their excitement palpable. It was never a good sign when a vampire's inner demons got overexcited. Only bad things ever happened.

Columba simply chuckled in her great exhilaration and exultance. “Having a little bit loss doesn’t matter, Apollo… As long as I can see my two sons put these chaos and mess into an end, as long as I can see my two sons quell what has been created by that sly and vicious Delwyn Anderson, I don’t mind donating some of our products to those journalists.” “Hopefully, after these Delwyn Anderson and Huang family, there won’t be any other families who also want to snatch those Crudus’ violins away from us, Columba Darling,” mumbled Mr. Apollo still slightly agitatedly.

"I want you to see my face when I make you come on my cock." Hema whimpered, a fresh flood of wetness drenching his length. Chris notched himself at her opening, the broad tip stretching her wide. With a flex of his hips, he surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in her scorching heat. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation, Hema's walls rippling around him. Chris rocked into her, setting a deep, driving rhythm that had the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh mingled with their moans.

I grab my phone and dial my brother's number. "What?" he barks. The sounds of flesh pounding against flesh and a woman's low moans fill my ears. I sigh. "Wanna hit the gym with me after your cardio?" I suggest, walking over to my sleek gray huracan Lamborghini. As I approach the car, it sings its familiar tune with two smooth beeps. My eyes dart from side to side like a sharpshooter, scanning for any potential danger. Coasting through the safety checklist, I slip inside and close the door with a reassuring clang.