Bnha Stain Novels & Stories

Those wine stains won't come off easily by the way. *****

he pointed out. “I can have it dry cleaned, well technically, you can have it dry cleaned, and it’s black, it won’t show. I don’t think Simon and me will do any more dancing for tonight, anyway. We will just have fun up here.” She smiled at him. Fuck this, Bane thought. She had a stubborn streak in her he found both irritating and fascinating. He took his jacket and placed it on her knees, and then put his hand on top of it. “Bane, your jacket is blue. The stain will show,” she complained. He shrugged.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

" Alright, what about anything specific about her? Any tattoo, anything." At first she shook her head, but then exclaimed. "Yes, sir, she was wearing a ruby." "What is special about ruby?" Kyle gritted his teeth. "Sir, that ruby rose was carved, and the stone was larger than usual." "Idiot," Kyle kicked the chair and walked out of the room. Ethan followed him. "Check about her mother. If she is hospitalized, then pay for her treatment." He was about to walk when Ethan asked. "What should we do with her?"

Stacia has been very excited all day, she sat in her dressing room applying more makeup, as she hummed to *SUPERNATURAL* by Ariana grande, she smiled at the thought of how beautiful she would look beside Barry as they take the pictures, the amount of fame the pictures will fetch her, and the fact that tomorrow is Barry's game, people will only talk about her and Barry, she was over the moon. She kept swirling on her seat, spraying her perfume all over, one of the workers came to inform her to be out in five minutes so she started wearing her dress, there was a knock on her door, thinking it was one of the workers coming to remind her of the time, she went to open it. "I'll be..." she paused,

As soon as they entered the pack house, she got up and listened to no protect from anyone, including her mate and started to strengthen the barrier with the little powers she had left. The first explosion rocked the clearing, sending shockwaves through the ground. Marissa felt the force of the blast reverberate against her barrier, but she stood firm, her resolve unyielding. She poured every ounce of her strength into the shield, feeling it pulse and vibrate as the bombs detonated against its surface. The light flickered but held, a testament to her determination and the bond she shared with her pack.

I had positioned the drone to hover right outside their window, ensuring every move they made was under my watchful eye. Just as the two of them were lounging on the bed, each absorbed in their phones, and as I felt a wave of drowsiness coming over me, the door to their room burst open. In stormed a towering man in a black, skin-tight outfit, followed by two henchmen with aggressive postures. On my monitor, I could see Lindsey, still undressed, scrambling to cover herself with the bedsheet. Her eyes were wide with shock. The big man scanned the scene, then walked over to Kenny, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him up with one hand. His other hand formed a fist and punched him in the fac

I’m not going to kill you. It's not for no cause. I'm jealous of you. Despite the fact that we are imprisoned by a terrible stigma, I have discovered how beautiful you are and have discovered myself who will be happy with you. I want to be perfect. So, Lavina, are you willing to share your answers and teach me about the meaning of perfection? I’m Raveen, on the bars of stigma. ***

Bell assured her with an encouraging smile. "You think so?" Bell nodded her head. "I know so" she then moved closer to Mystique's ear and whispered. "I have been meaning to tell you that you seriously need a shower, you stink of coition" *~* Mystique sighed as she stared at her bear reflection on the mirror in her bathroom. The stranger did not pity her poor delicate body as signs of bruises were everywhere. A shiver ran down her spine as she took in the hickeys on her neck followed by an image of a man sucking on her neck while she was moaning beneath him shamelessly. Good thing they would never meet again! And even if they did, Mystique would pretend as if she doesn't remember him.