روايات وقصص ضمن Cowboy Alchemist Fanfiction

I look at Finn for a long time, well, what seems like a long time. The plump she wolf hands me off to the giant wolf, who takes great joy in pulling me and pushing me on my knees in front of Alpha Larringer. "This could have been a lot easier on you, Alaska, but you choose to be a whore. Now, you get to be my whore until I am done with you," Alpha Larringer says.

Elise's POV My hands trembled as I read the letter again, each word feeling like a knife twisting deeper into my chest. My dearest Alia, How long did you think you could run from me? Sixteen years I've searched for you, my little devil. The power that courses through your veins belongs to me, just as YOU belong to me. I know about your little Alpha mate Xander. I wonder how you'll scream when I tear his throat out in front of you.

Then I pull out and place my hands on his chest and push myself up. “Dylie, I am going to ride you reverse cowgirl so I can watch Kaiya piston in me along side your thick meat,” I say before kissing him one more time and spinning my body to slam myself down on his cock. Dylan grabs my hips and drills upward while I bounce and Kaiya watches us, stroking her length before she approaches us. “You boys are so fucking beautiful when you do that!” Kaiya and her wolf say together, yer eyes swirling and dancing with a kaleidoscope of colors before she pushes my to lean back, Dylan, gladly holds my with one hand wrapped around my chest and the other pushing my pelvis down.

Jairah said in disgust. "I know right." I agreed. "A Stealer does not deserve to live." I heard my husband stating as we saw Reah being closely surrounded by widowed werewolves. I grinned. -Alpha Henderson's POV- Stealer? This is fucking interesting. "Dude, that's your girlfriend right?" My Beta Kent said. I shook my head, "Not anymore." I said with a smile when I saw the widowed werewolves surrounding Adriah. "Why do you seem to be happy?" He asked curiously.

“Hey, you asked.” I sigh. “When I asked about my head spinning, what I meant to ask was, why do I feel drugged?” He lets go of my arms. “Do you not remember taking double shots of Edge with your little wolf acquaintance?” Oh, my God, we missed training! And Al! Oh my God, Al! “Where is she?” He shakes his head at me incredulously. “Wolves only take care of wolves. She bailed shortly after finishing her drink and took off with some guy.”

The wolf inside him, usually so calm and stoic, begins to howl with a sudden, frantic need. Alaric follows the scent. He moves like a shadow, silent and invisible. He reaches a clearing near an old, ivy-covered greenhouse. The glass is cracked in places, and the garden around it is a wild, beautiful mess of herbs and flowers. And then, he sees her. She is small compared to a wolf. She wears a pair of faded denim overalls and a t-shirt with a faded sun on it. Her dark hair is piled on top of her head in a messy knot, and there’s a smudge of dirt on her cheek.

Another thing that was difficult and prolonged at the time: my dick, having been in close contact with my best friend's sister. Violence was sex's ugly relative, the Sweet'N Low to its unsoiled, clean sugar. But it'd have to do for now. I pushed open the door to the Alchemist, slipping into the noisy, blacked-out room. I could see Tucker behind the bar. He hadn't really changed, aside from getting more ripped and having some stubble. He was shaking neon-colored cocktails and flirting like a demon with two long-limbed customers. I occupied the corner of the room, ordered a Peroni, and waited, watching him closely. Patience, suddenly I had. Bloodthirst as well.

The step and one way that little cunning JK will be taking. “Hiding in the shadows as Alliah's guardian. A guardian?” she once more wonder about that written fact that somehow will never exist. But showing that information aside for now, she continues on reading. “He falls deeply in love with the twin who should not exist. Train himself to the forbidden science of alchemy with an unconscious heart from his nature for being ‘HIS’ holder. He is an expert metal and flame alchemist, all for his love and affection for the girl bound to the destiny that will bless or curse them all.”

Three years? Just as her mind was descending into a dark, downward spiral about her future, Dane returned and thrust a scrap of paper in front of her with a name and an address scribbled on it. “There’s a pharmacy on human territory near the Giant’s Dale pack. Ronin is an alchemist witch in exile.” Cara gazed up at him, still clueless. “So?” “He can make a potion that will cloak the mate-bond. Lucas won’t be able to tell when we’re together,” replied Dane smugly.

I screamed in terror, panic rising within my chest, but it was too late; my top was already ripped open, revealing my lace bra out in the open for his eyes to feast on. Aleric smiled at the work of his hands, relishing the look of my plump boobs before his eyes as he could almost see my pink nipples through my white lace bra. I felt disgusted and embarrassed by his actions Aleric was indeed a Devil. A Devil who wasn't worth being on earth but rather in hell! He has no respect for women, just as I thought, and I wonder if he ever would with the way he treated I and Lisa. I could feel the lustful gaze of the biker guys on my skin as they gawked from behind.