Breaking Dawn Pt 3 の小説・ストーリー

However, if he thought this could still threaten me now, he was wrong. Looking at the stubborn, almost smug expression on his face, I replied calmly, “It doesn’t matter. You have more than one mom anyway.” Spencer froze at my reply. He opened his mouth, a little flustered, and his eyes shimmered, as though tears were about to fall. Suddenly, he exploded. He yanked off the chain hanging around his neck and threw it straight into the ocean, bursting into tears. “I don’t want you anymore! You’re an evil woman!”

“Are you OK? Your foot? You want to come inside and put some ice on it?” “Nah, man. I’m good.” He walked back around the car, gave them a small wave. “Take care now. Have a good night.” “You too,” Briley said softly. “Thanks.” He drove off. They watched him go, then as one, they all turned their eyes to each other. They all stared, not believing that they were seeing each other for the first time in months… and just like that, the three of them were back in her kitchen on that sunny late-spring morning. Briley was pressed up with her back against Drake’s chest, his fingers stroking her aching pussy, Dux kissing his way down the front of her body before falling to his knees in front of her. S

She had finally broken him. ** She woke up the next morning only because her phone was vibrating. She had slept well. She went down for breakfast. "So, had a good night I presume,huh? My angel." Her uncle said. "Oh but how could she not? There was a prince in her room." Aunt Viv chimed in making her blush. "Stop it you nosy old people." They all laughed. "I'm going to have to thank Beau then. Whatever he did worked like magic." Drew said.

Lucy couldn’t help the blush that covered her face at his burning gaze. Continuing from where they stopped, none of them knew how they became naked underneath each other. Dylan positioned his d*ck on her already dripping wet p*ssy. Both of them moaned in pleasure as Dylan entered her in full thrust. On and on they went. Lucy begs for mercy, but Dylan, who hasn’t had enough of her, doesn't listen to her until almost dawn when her voice has turned hoarse.

Her eyes were full of disdain, as if she couldn't even stand looking at me for one more second. Jason hurried over and looked at me smugly. "Don't mind him, Wendy. Of course he would be mad. His company is about to go bankrupt and his only family member is in critical condition. How is he supposed to live when he's broke and all alone?" He then turned to me and said, "Tell you what, I'll show you some kindness. I'll let you clean our mansion. At least you won't starve." I gave Jason a cold smirk, then ran up and punched him in the stomach.

He has to come out eventually. When the door finally swings open at 4:47 PM, I see him immediately. Adrian emerges with his gym bag slung over his shoulder, dark hair still damp with sweat, eyes focused on his phone screen. He looks tired. Worn down. But still beautiful in that way that makes my chest ache. "Adrian," I called out, standing up from the concrete bench.

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains. When I woke up, the other side of the bed was empty. "Luna, you're awake." A maid knocked gently before entering. "Should I prepare breakfast?" "Where's Austen?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. The maid looked a little awkward. "The Alpha spent the night at Moonlit Cliff with Miss Seraphina. He said he was calming her down. He only came back at dawn and is now in his study, buried in pack business."

Fabian sat alone in the dark living room long after midnight, loosened tie hanging around his neck, untouched whiskey resting beside him. His phone buzzed continuously on the table. Maxine. Again. Again. Again. Fabian finally silenced the phone completely. For years, he had convinced himself Maxine was the woman he could never forget. But now? Now every call from her only reminded him of what he had destroyed. ⸻ The next morning, Claire woke up peacefully for the first time in days. No anxiety twisting inside her chest. No fear of disappointment waiting around the corner. Just silence. Soft, gentle silence.