Bsdm Novels & Stories

The hunter's safe house was a fortress of sorts, hidden away in a remote corner of the countryside. Its walls were thick and sturdy, made of rough-hewn stone that had been weathered by centuries of wind and rain. The windows were narrow and barred, and the heavy wooden door was reinforced with steel bolts and a deadbolt lock. Inside, the house was sparsely furnished, with only the bare essentials necessary for survival. The living room was dominated by a large fireplace, where a blazing fire crackled and flickered, casting shadows across the room. The walls were adorned with various weapons, including silver blades and stakes, as well as maps and charts detailing the locations of known vampi

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

He seized all my gadgets including phones and systems. This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t expelled from school. I wonder why my Head of the department has to report our case to the Senate. It was just a damn naked party with a little touch of BDSM (Bondage, Discipline\ Domination, Sadism\ Submission & Masochism). We were all matured attending the party. No one was forced so I see no crime in that party. They just wanted fucking us up, that was why we were expelled from the university.

“She’s your balance. Your anchor. She keeps the pack whole through you.” “I haven’t stopped looking, Dad,” Zyon said quietly. “You know I haven’t.” “And yet she’s nowhere.” Jettson leaned forward, his tone sharpening. “What if she’s not out there? What if the Moon Goddess has another path for you?” Zyon stiffened. “What exactly are you trying to say?” Jettson folded his hands. “The Beta of the Blackthorn Pack, you know him. Loyal bloodline, strong leadership. His only daughter rejected her bond years ago. She’s unmated and she’s willing.”

She handed over a small black bikini. Elowen stared at the tiny pieces of fabric. “Is this necessary?” Expressing genuine concern. “It is part of the selection process,” the woman said. “Mr. Blackwood values presentation.” Elowen changed quickly. The bikini felt cool against her skin. The top barely covered her breasts. The bottoms sat low on her hips. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was toned from years of walking to save bus fare. She took a deep breath and stepped out.

Mac said and I looked at him intently. "What's going on?" Top asked and Mike was the one to answer him. "Well, Mr. Gesurem asked the three of them to work on a presentation regarding the subtypes of schizophrenia since they are the only ones who participated the questcussion a while ago. And by the way, Top. You didn't tell me that Maze is quite a big brain, huh. He was the only one who got the right answer! Beating these two!" The corner of my lips twitched with what Mike said. Gab and Mac glared at him cause he's obviously making fun of the fact that their answer was wrong. While I looked away from Top cause he's giving me that 'Now, I know what's the reason behind that face.' look and it'

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

Isra asked, just as Bastet jumped up on the bench between Ember and me. “No. I’m an elemental,” Ember told them as she stroked Bastet. “Which element do you master?” Blair asked as dinner was placed in front of us. “Fire,” she said happily. Blair looked at her in curiosity, then looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I wonder what all he was thinking. How many questions would he have for me about her? “Is she a chosen mate or a true mate?” Blair asked me. “She’s my true mate,” I told him.

asks the bartender with a smile. “You know me very well, Bruce. Can I have the spare room tonight?” asks Iris. Bruce smiles and grabs a key hanging behind the bar. “Of course, Your Highness, as always. I know you need some breathing room from your mother, but can you trust this vampire to behave himself?” asks Bruce, looking over at Rex. Iris laughs. “Yes, Bruce, he is my boyfriend, and we only get to see each other when he is in the kingdom for business.” Iris takes the key and drags Rex upstairs.

He slid one in front of the omega who frowned at it. “Oi, get him something nicer than that," Brite interjected, moving the beer away. “Omegas don't do well with alcohol and definitely not this pisswash. Hey, lady, you got any juice or something?" The beta maid gave the omega a sympathizing look. “We got an omega special, if you like. Nemuri's girl was an omega so she always keeps some handy." “Perfect," Brite replied before turning to raise his eyebrow at his leader. “Oi, Boss. You got to treat your mate right."