Broly X Trunks Novels & Stories

Then I smacked him in the nose, causing more pain and making him collapse to the ground, cupping his dick. "Yo, chill, Maggie," my brother warned. "Nah, bro, you ain't stopping me," I said, delivering another blow to his dick. "Look, I'm telling you, she's a psycho. Just tell her the truth," my brother pleaded, but they just laughed it off. "We ain't spilling even if you threaten to kill us," one of the guys said. Those words enraged me even more, so I ordered two men to grab him, holding his arms up. I got close to him, and he had this creepy lustful look in his eyes.

Taking out the first aid box from my drawer, I turn to see him capping a condom over his cock. Blood trickles from his hair onto my nose. I don’t wipe it. One wrong movement can be lethal. Our chest heaves, breathing laboriously. Bitter as it sounds, I think Mom isn't wise, because the blind can see the red flags hovering over this man. Maybe she’s brainwashed by love? Either way, she won’t have to suffer anymore. Tomorrow it ends… forever. Tristan lowers my pants, splitting my thighs. “So, are you stitching or should I fuck you first?”

He didn't respond to her statement, he paid attention to her hand again. “I guess you found out,” he said after a few seconds of silence. Tracy scoffed softly. “Found out? I watched her shoot a man’s brain out without any sign of emotion in her eyes.” Tracy replied. Thane blew air on her wound as he applied iodine to it. Tracy hissed in pain a little. “Turns out my brother and his best friend do the same,” she added.

I woke up wet and fulfilled with the guilty pleasure of having got off to the idea of my naked, bodybuilder neighbor. Seriously though, with quads like diamonds already, I wonder what Killian will look like in a couple of weeks after his superhero workouts. Does he have a bubbly, apple-shaped ass yet? If he does, I would love to bite it. I'm immediately brought back from the horny version of dreamland when I hear Brooklyn's voice. The spinning carousel with Killian in various positions instead of white, pompous horses going up and down blows up in dark smoke. "Ugh," Brooklyn shows up on my right, snapping tight gloves on her hands with a grimace. Her hair is hiding underneath a net, and I kn

He holds out a massive, warm hand, and I take it instantly, letting him yank me hard against his chest. Full-body skin-on-skin contact hits me like a lightning bolt, his hard muscles crushing against my soft curves while his heavy erection paints my stomach with its slick heat. “I have not—It has been a while,” I confess quietly against the rough fabric of his skin. His large hands drop down to cup my bare bottom, his fingers pressing dangerously close to my aching entrance. “Was that bastard Adrian the last one?” I pull back an inch and gape up at him in sheer astonishment, my palms resting flat against his solid chest. “How do you know about Adrian?”

“What’s the problem?” Before the guard could reply, an earsplitting bang echoed, showering coins and money as a slot machine exploded. A stinging, burning gas filled the casino. Broccoli turned, and I lunged, grabbing his jacket, syringe poised. But a man crashed into me. The syringe flew, rolling across the carpet. Broccoli snarled, fangs bared. He lunged, claws extended. I blocked, slamming my shoulder into his stomach. We crashed into a drinks trolley. His claws sliced through my arm as I forced him to the floor. His eyes grew round and red with bloodlust.

So badly. Kaleb turns and the look he gives me makes me squeeze my thighs together. He notices and his lips pull up into a smirk. His dark hair is slicked back from the water. He turns again and his back faces me. My eyes run over his broad back. The water runs down the curves of his muscles. He even has a nice ass. No person can be this perfect. My breaths get shaky as Kaleb starts to lather soap onto his body. His hands run over his body and I desperately want to know what that's like. Screw it. We're trapped here. We could've died in the avalanche, but we didn't. I'm just going to do it. I stand up. Kalebs sees the movements and looks at me.

For an instant, his gaze cleared, and he saw Tristan. "Tristan... brother..." Brody's voice cracked, his words barely audible. Tristan's heart swelled with emotion. "Brody, we've got you. Fight the curse." With a Herculean effort, Brody's body began to shift, his limbs lengthening, his senses sharpening. The infection raged on, but Brody's determination matched Tristan's. As the healing took hold, the darkness receded, and Brody's eyes cleared. "Tristan..." Brody's voice trembled.

the boy weakly pleaded, his face a bloody mess. Olivia clenched her fists, lips pressed together as she watched Zachary deliver a final blow, sending the boy sprawling to the floor. He lay motionless, while students took videos, their laughter and mocking giggles filling the air. Zachary turned, and the moment Riley saw his face, her breath hitched. If she had thought Liam handsome, then Zachary was a Greek god. His piercing blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and perfectly shaped pink lips were mesmerizing. Dark hair fell effortlessly over his flawless face.

The two Alphas turned, foam dripping from their coats. “Boys, are you okay?” “We are,” they said in unison. “I hope it didn’t touch your skin.” Mason glanced at his hand. “No, thanks to our lab coats.” “Brownie, are you okay?” Xavier inquired, stepping closer.