Chel Vore Novels & Stories

he said, then left. Chelsie got a Cheshire grin on her face. “You should punish her, Alpha,” she said in a low, sultry tone. Again, she reminded me of Lena. It was like they were both putting on the same show. Kalen jerked his arm out of her grip, his eyes never leaving me as he barked at her. “Get out!” It was just as well. I didn’t want to stay here and watch their disgusting drama, anyway. Chelsie looked at me with a smirking smile, as if to show me her victory. ”Get out of here and stop bothering the alpha.” Her voice was full of satisfaction. Then she turned to Kalen again. “Alpha, don’t let this nasty slug spoil our fun.”

Her face frowned when she realized that this was different from the road to Vinestra. "It's look like a wrong way?" Cheryl asked. "This is the way to the house, where do you want to go first, Miss?" "Oh my. Turn around, we're going to Vinestra now!" Cheryl ordered. "B-but ...." Cheryl glared sharply. Her driver didn't dare to continue his rebuttal. The driver finally nodded; he obeyed his employer's order. In his heart, the driver was worried that Cheryl had gone to Vinestra. He knew that Cheryl had previously caused Eve harm by conspiring with Dave.

Then her body trembled and jerked as she opened her mouth and the wet, metallic splash of blood caught him in the face as if she had been skewered with a sword on the battlefield. He shuddered and clenched both fists before nodding. Chasel set a bowl of water beside him with a towel. “I’ve walked into the heart of vampire territory with you, Your Majesty,” Chasel said. “We’ll find the person behind this.” Adolph dipped the towel into the water and unbuttoned the top knots of his jacket before washing his face. “On the bright side, I’m pretty sure you’ve scared the ministers at least half straight… and maybe your son too.”

Try how stupid the pawn acts. “Prepare one hundred Ice variant elite wolves,” Kaelen ordered irrefutably. "We're going to play South. It's been a long time since the Vanguard bloodline has been too haughty. I want to taste the taste of their Young Lady's blood. If she's worthy… perhaps I'll sleep with her before cutting her throat." The real war for power is now ringing loudly. If previously Chloe was just throwing away trash, now she has to face monsters covered in snowstorms who are secretly planning to undermine her protective empire.

Cheyenne muttered back under her breath, hiding a smile. Tyler turned toward Isolde. “So if Tora’s the Dragon Guardian, Chels is the Witch Guardian, and Nalia’s the Phoenix Guardian… and Chey’s obviously our wolf whisperer…” Isolde rose from her seat with practiced poise. “Then allow me to introduce myself properly,” she said, her gaze locking on Nalia. “Isolde Voss. Former heir to the Vampire Throne. Current pain in my little brother’s ass. And now... Vampire Guardian.”

"Holy shit, the slut is Vanchel." Weston's eyes saddened and pointed at me, "Why did you become a slut, Chel?" Easton made a face but remained his calm composure. "Chel, I never thought that I'd be disgusted with you." I felt my blood boil. Other than the fact that they have such a beautiful and colorful language, they even dared to use one on me. So yes, I'm pretty pissed off. Charlie, being a weirdo, laughs and bends down. "Hey fellas."

I replied smiling. "Okay!" she said and then looked at Noida. "Let's go." And the two of them left in front of me. Chelle is known as a very competitive person. She's the top 2 in our class, second to Jomar, who consistently tops the class. Perhaps that's just how she is—so competitive that she wants to take charge of everything. Maybe she felt a bit embarrassed. She probably didn't want to say that we should just leave the group.

K.E.L.S.I::: on Tuesday evening I decided to follow her to Mr Raphael residence to assist her with the duties. Mom called me to help her with the dish, sitting outside the varenda before I was called, i left the Novel I was reading and walked to the kitchen, after everything was done and set, we went back home and that was when I realized I forgot my book.

His dried seed still clung to her skin, a possessive reminder that clashed violently with her new reality. Darius stepped into the light, tall and cruelly handsome in a tailored black suit, his eyes raking over her body like she was merchandise. “Awake at last, little virgin. Or should I say… Vale’s whore now?” Pera’s heart hammered. Memories flooded back Marcus’s roar, the fight, the dart. “Where is he?” she demanded, voice hoarse but defiant. The chains rattled as she struggled, the movement making the shirt ride higher, exposing her glistening pussy.