Romans & histoires Chaos Head Love Chu Chu

I pressed my forefinger against my tragus while trying my best to walk properly towards the VIP couch where my friends are sitting. My other hand is holding my phone right on my ear but I can't seem to understand Kuya Sage's words from the other line. "What ?!" I shouted, but my voice was overwhelmed with the loud music and plenty of screams everywhere. "You- come- two-" I creased my forehead as I struggle to analyze whatever he wants to say. I'm already tipsy and the crowd is getting wild and wild every minute.

6- Tamara studied his words again and again, wondering why it sounded simple to her. She had expected a bunch of restrictive rules but a love oath was far from her expectations. Without giving it too much thought, she made her decision. YES she typed and hit the send button. she waited for a response but didn't receive any. Feeling sleepy, she decided to go to bed. Curiosity hit her again as she remembered her new neighbor. Walking up to the window, she slowly opened it and peeked through the slight opening she found.

I religiously kept to my principles of ‘no boys’ until I met Kane Hamster. Kane played on the lacrosse team and was the captain. He was very good-looking, well-built, respectful, and as major plus, very intelligent. He had asked me out to lunch one day, and I had told him what I told every other guy: I'm not interested. Kane wasn't just any guy, so somehow he got me to go to lunch with him. After hanging out with him for a week or so, I had fallen in love with him and he claimed he loved me too. What came next? We started dating and spent a lot of quality time together. Taking pictures and we even planned on getting matching tattoos when we turned eighteen. I didn't even realise it when I th

Heat flushed my cheeks, “Just shocked that you found something in me.” Chaos’ brow raised, “I find it hard to believe that there aren’t men lining the block for a woman like you. You are,” his arms wrapped around me, scooping me up and laying me atop my bed, “A fucking masterpiece.” His claws were extended as he traced my body, starting at the top of my head. Chaos pushed my hair behind my ear gently, trailing the claw through my auburn strands before twirling it around his fingers, “Your hair reminds me of that moment, as the sun dips just below the horizon, creating that deep, orange-red glow,” he pulled the strand up to his nose, inhaling, “And your scent could drive a man wild.”

Elena asked, looking up at Chaos as she leaned forward to lick the cap of the di¢k and slowly take it inside her mouth. Chaos placed his two hands on her head and rammed his remaining di¢k inside her mouth, making her gag and cutting off her breath. He held her like that for a minute before withdrawing his di¢k from her mouth and didn't allow her to breathe when he thrust his di¢k again, forcely, gagging her again and again and before long he was in a rhythm. Fucking her face without mercy. His sharp claws dig into her head and draw out blood which begins to flow down her face.

The curly-haired one behind him slipped a hand down his back, fingers tracing his spine before cupping his ass through his pants, squeezing the cheeks with possessive intent. A voluptuous slut with golden waves and a silk blouse unbuttoned just enough joined the fray, positioning herself to the side. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the roots while her other hand caressed his neck, then down to his chest again, overlapping with the others. The touches overlapped in a chaotic symphony rubs, caresses, squeezes each slut claiming a piece of him without yielding ground. The athletic one's hands moved to his waist, thumbs hooking into his belt but not pulling, just rubbing

Augustus chuckled. "I can give you whatever you want, wanna try something else?" "Chocolate?" She asked. He smiled and her eyes widened when he pulled out the chocolate from his pocket and tossed at her. "What the hell?" She caught it. "Do you know magic or something?" "May be" He shrugged. She laughed. "No they were so obvious, let's try something else." She thought for a moment. "Pastries! I am sure you don't have that." "It's in my bag, go and take"

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***