Buddah Blessed This Beat Novels & Stories

Daughter of man, born of weakness, Child of witches, bred from magic, Beast of the night, shaped by the moon. Let your light pour into me now. Bless my Alpha, the mate you gave me Steady our hands, still our fears, Sharpen our minds and strengthen our bonds. They doubt us. Let them. They plot against us. Let them try. But I know you won't let them succeed. As I stand on this sacred ground and bless my mate. We will live to enjoy the spoils of the land. And so will our children, and our children's children.

The machine continued beeping faster. Then, Something changed. The rhythm stabilized. But not normal. It formed a pattern. Steady. Intentional. The doctor frowned deeply. “I’ve never seen this before…” Adrian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Save it,” he said. “Yes, sir.” At the exact same moment, Anna’s breathing slowed. Her heart followed the same pattern. Steady. Controlled. She blinked. Confused. “…it stopped hurting,” she whispered. Her hand stayed on her chest.

Her hips were pulled up off the mattress, and her thighs were shaking around him as he moved inside her—slow at first, exploring her, learning her rhythm, her breath, and the way she gasped when his thumb found her clit. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “So damn warm.” “Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn’t. His fingers curled just right, stroking the sensitive spot that is deep inside her while his thumb circled her clit in slow, and devastating patterns. Emily clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breath ragged and uneven. “I can’t—” she gasped. “I’m… I’m already—”

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.

Their leg was caught in a bear trap and was shredded all the way to the bone from all the twisting and moving during their transformation. “It’s time, Zira. Come bag your first wolf.” Her father stepped forward and handed her the pistol he always kept on his hip. He pulled the chamber back exposing the shiny silver bullet in the chamber. Before shoving it into her shaking hands. A million questions went through her mind but she couldn’t say a word.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

He smacks my thigh again, forcing a moan from my lips, he captures my nipple in his mouth, biting to the point of pain, I scream his name, coming forcefully when he lands a slap on my pussy. My third orgasm goes on and on never-ending, he continues fingering and biting my nipples, heightening my pleasure. "Angel." that is the last thing I hear before I black out. *************** DON'T FEEL "Aella!" I swallow my screams as I watch Mama lock the main doors. Today is Sunday, a sacred and Holy day for mama. I have been feeling sick for days and I have also been throwing up, so I didn't go to church. Like every other Sunday, mama leaves before dawn, she believes that one has to respect the maker

Feels so good. My phone's battery is not that low. So, a big chance of me communicating with my parents would be good. Adrenaline rush through my veins as the phone started to ring on the other side. "Mom!" I squeaked. "Darling!" And Dad also yelled in excitement. "Keatton! Oh, God! Thank you, Lord," saw Dad clutching his chest and doing the sign of the cross.

Blythe voiced his voice lower than usual. Hurt and pain can be really hard to deal with until you have God in the equation and boom, everything just slowly works out. “She will, and I will talk to her, but for now, you all should enjoy staying outdoors!” Collins voiced and took his leave, heading back to his room. As Blythe awaited Aella, he had the nudge to look back, and he saw Becca right behind him, just smiling. He stood up in honor. “Mrs Becca!” She walked up to him and held his hand. “May the Lord guide you both, Amen!” …..

Although it was still a low-level attribute, it was undeniable that Zen would only become better at providing buff effects with his talent if he continued to work hard at it. After blessing the bread, Zen realised it had turned into an edible buff item that grants anyone who eats it with an ability. Unlike edible buff items, the blessed bread grants a permanent stat increase to the person who consumes it. However, it was a very small number with great saturation. In other words, anyone who eats his blessed bread would feel full for a whole day, unable to consume more. The buff effect was a 0.1 increase in base strength stats. Although most people would ignore it, Zen understood the jaw-dropp