Novel & Cerita Chemical Romance I'm Not Okay

Riana wiped the cum off her chin with the back of her hand and licked it slowly, staring straight into Ryker’s eyes with that same wicked hunger that had started everything. Her red dress was ruined, bunched around her waist, tits spilling out, makeup smeared, and her thighs glistened with a mixture of her squirt and his load that was still leaking from her freshly fucked pussy. She looked like the perfect slut, and Ryker’s cock was already hardening again at the sight.

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Meanwhile, Adrian had evolved from overprotective to full-blown psycho. “Dressed like a fucking weatherman just to get water,” Enzo grumbled, opening the fridge. “There’s also the option of death by thirst,” Adrian said flatly, not even looking up—his nose buried in yet another pregnancy book. “I blame Kira,” Romeo said lazily from one of the kitchen stools. I snapped my head toward him. “I’m dressed like an onion too. What did I do?” “You’re the one who got him hooked on those damn books. I haven’t smoked in weeks—I’m losing my mob personality,” Romeo complained, fanning himself with both hands like a drama queen.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I slipped off of the bed and padded towards the couch that Roman was sitting on. “Is it alright if I sit here?” I asked him, pointing to the empty spot. My cheeks burned at the awkwardness. Roman had been trying all of this time, trying to connect with me, with us. So, it was my turn to try. It was all about the intention, right? The smile on his face was absolutely stunning. I hadn’t ever really thought about a guy being beautiful before, but he had a beautiful smile. “Absolutely.” “There’s a pumpkin chai latte with your name on it,” Beta Brock said, handing it over to me.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

His anger, her misery and something far, far more powerful than either. Sexual chemistry. It simmered between them, providing an undercurrent that heated the atmosphere. ‘I heard that about you,’ she said hoarsely, struggling to ignore the sudden rush of heat that engulfed her body. ‘It’s hard not to. The papers are full of what a bad boy you are.’

“Well, think about it rationally. Have you ever heard of someone being salty and still able to be in love?” Heph wipes a few symbols from the board and writes something else. “No. It doesn’t happen. Love isn’t just a chemical, dear girl. It causes a physical reaction that is the opposite of salt. Salt may be a neutral compound, but it has a bitter taste. It destroys love. Chemistry isn’t my strong suit, but even I know that. You need something to strengthen your compound… like… I don’t know… gallium, I guess? Small particles of it. Ever heard the expression, ‘make him melt in your hands’?”

He said it as if making an observation. “ My useless brother really never touched you did he?" It wasn't a question. He knew the answer to that. Genova and I got stuck into a marriage neither of us wanted. But that was a story for another day. Now, I needed to chase that orgasm. Roman curled his finger and my back arched completely off the cushion, a broken moan ripping from my mouth. He added another finger and the stretch made me sob. "Roman.. oh God…" I cried. "I've got you." He assured me.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul