Chica Vore Novels & Stories

I wondered what he told Viva about us. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said. We hugged and shared cheek kisses. “Oh, I won’t fall for it again. I mean, look at you two, you are perfect together. I always tried to ship you when you were already dating. I’m hurt, Chichi.” She said. This time around I glared at him, and he choked on his coffee. Viva rushed to him. “Dear, are you alright?” He waved her off, catching his breath.

CHICHI Chichi, a very beautiful light-skinned lady opens the door to her apartment quietly and closes it gently with extra care. She tiptoes up the stairs but her effort was proven whacked as the light comes on, she stops abruptly as she meets her mom, whom she was trying so hard to avoid, sitting at the top edge of the stairway "where are you coming from by this hour of the day?" This is the question she had hated all through her lifetime, which made her stay away from home since she was a teenager. She can't believe the person whom she chose to harbor under her own roof will still police her around at her age. She rolls her eyes "work" she says as she squeezes her tiny self through the lit

It is already hard enough to be an ordinary human girl so it would not be any harder being a vampire,” she muttered and resumed walking again but absentmindedly this time that she almost bumped into Chico. “Can’t you watch where you are going?” Chico said sharply, feeling angry at her clumsiness. “I am sorry,” Felicia said, lowering her head a little, “but you just came out of nowhere,” she added rather huskily, not wanting to irritate him since she knew he was a vampire. If it were any of the other slaves she would have punished him for being in her way. Chico sneered at her after her statement, he already knew how Felicia can be, he kind of liked her because of her ruthlessness.

They retreated as far back as their leaders, and stood behind them with pale expressions. “What power is that?” Chichi asked with a huge frown on her face. The hand that held her zweihander shook slightly as sweat formed on her forehead. She was a veteran of many battles. She had been through many missions with a completion percentage of 95 and she had experienced the war of the Three Great Races more than once. Yet in all her life she had never seen anything like this; power that allowed one to dictate the flow of battle like he was eating a bag of chips – with nonchalant ease.

With a Cheshire cat grin, Vivaldi proudly proclaims, "You heard it here first. Chloe is my girlfriend." All mouths gape in bewilderment, except for mine. I know Vivaldi must have Chloe under his Vampiric mind control. The room falls silent; everyone freezes, bug-eyed. You could've heard a pin drop. Suddenly, Scarlett bursts out laughing, her amusement shattering the silence. "Oh, come on!" she cries out, voice laden with disbelief. "That's got to be the most absurd thing to ever leave your mouth!"

Chelsea leaped straight up, kicking off from the huge icicles , using it as a springboard, she shot out like a bullet fired from gun, landing right under the tortorantula . The smell of rotten meat burned her nostrils. The tortorantula was clicking its pincers more furiously ever than before clearly it didn't like its vision obscured . Chelsea however got ready to charge ignoring the angry bellows , she came up , kneeling with her sword in hands .She drove her sword straight into its underside, slashing its furry body . The tortorantula roared in agony. It flailed, clicked its pincers , then began to disintegrate , crumbling as if it was made of sand,it burst apart, showering Mia with chunks

After Marcos left, they both retired to their separate bedrooms. Xavier was about to lie down on his bed when he remembered something. He left his room and went to Chiara's bedroom. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. She opened the door dressed in a white cotton singlet and pyjama pants. The singlet was molded to her upper body and he realized she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples dotted the singlet and he could see the swell and curve of her firm breasts.

Chelsea didn't know what Vano had planned, but she hurried back to the kitchen, following his wishes. In silence, Carlos enjoyed his breakfast. Chelsea's carefully prepared dish, following specific instructions from Vano, was perfectly suited to Carlos's palate. He relished the soto in front of him without realizing that Chelsea and Vano were now exchanging signals to lure him into the kitchen to meet Chelsea.

I hadn't led a multi-pack border raid before, and the dark heat of the upcoming turf war was already rising in my throat. "Look at these low-tier trench strays salivating over baseline scrap," Bianca’s sharp voice cut through the iron room, her fingers tapping against her leather holster. I lifted my head from the whetstone, my fangs scraping my lower lip. "Your mouth is running entirely too hot today, sister." "What did you just growl at me, Chika?" Bianca snapped, her hand dropping closer to her blade handle.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.