Credence Book Couch Scene Novels & Stories

847 word(s) Published 293 SECOND TO FINAL CHAPTER 1. Name: ....So Quiet. Too Quiet.. . . . . Their eyes widened in horror at the sight in Queen Danika's bedroom. And it was a sight of horror. A dead man, Coza, laid on the floor at one side of the bedroom. Vetta was cushioned in the arms of a heavily pregnant Queen whose face is bathed in sweat and tears, her eyes held indescribable pain. There was blood everywhere.

Groaning inwardly, I take an imperceptible breath at the beautiful scene he presents. “Trust me, it wasn’t that bad. I’ve seen Rowan drunk, and it isn’t pretty. Besides, it was your birthday; you earned it.” He reaches for the book in my lap, reading through the cover, then looks back at me. “I guess we need to finish this, huh?” I nod my head and take the book from his hand. “Yeah, I finished most of the questions, but without you, there’s no scene.” Mikhail rises from the chair and extends his hand out to me. “Then we better get this done.”

How could I have forgotten that I had those damn things underneath the bed? Blake turns around with one opened book in his hand. His eyes glued to the page and a tiny smirk plastered on his face. He opens his mouth to speak. My heart pounds feeling like this was deja vu. " Oh how she took his cock, screaming in pleasure as he rocked his hips into her. Fuck she screamed, urging him to fuck her even harder. Her toes curled and his cock was relentlessly pounding into her." At the end of his words he looks up and his blue eyes snap to mine.

“I am a lawyer for Crownbridge Holdings. I stand for trust. The book must go under escrow unless you agree now.” The word trust hit like ice. Adrian’s face twisted. His voice broke. “You. You are the reason my life was ruined.” Aiko only bowed her head, calm and cold. “I am here for rights.” The house turned into a court. Nia pushed. Laurent pressed. Gabriel whispered warnings. Aiko smiled like a shark. I forced my voice steady. “The book does not move unless me and Nia open it. Here. Now. With cameras.” They looked at each other, then nodded. Cameras lit up. Phones ready. The book sat on the table like a beast.

I tried to curl inward, to protect what little I could, but the ropes held me spread and vulnerable against the rough wooden post. Cressida’s laughter rang out again, sharp and delighted, as she lounged on that worn couch like a queen watching her favorite play. She crossed her legs, resting her chin in her hand, eyes sparkling with pure malice. “That’s it. Make it hurt. Break something. I want to hear her scream.” A boot connected to my side and I knew for sure that something was cracked. Maybe my ribs. The pain was white-hot, blinding. I screamed as tears mixed with blood rolled down my face.

One week later, Lucas showed up at Clara’s house unannounced, a little after ten at night. She was sitting on the double bed, laptop open on her lap, wearing only an old, oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she wrote the final scene of the book — the most intense one of all, clearly inspired by him. The detailed description of a firefighter fucking the protagonist to the limit, alternating between her holes, filling her with cum, making her scream until she lost her voice.

He opened one eye as I walked by, and just as I was about to sit down, he sprang up, claiming my chair before I could even settle in. "Seriously, Cheeto? Move your ass." He flicked his tail in response. Little shit. With a sigh, I nudged him aside just enough to reclaim my seat, then reached for my favorite battery powered boyfriend from the side table. You know, just in case. It had been a long week, and if Cameron wasn’t going to fuck me senseless, then I’d have to take matters into my own hands. I pulled the new book from my bag. Corrupted Innocents. The latest in a series I had been devouring for weeks. If Cameron thought I’d enjoy it, then I damn well would.

She pointed to the back room. Cressida was asleep. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow. Her face was pale...too pale...but her breathing was steady. The blankets were pulled up to her chin. Her hands rested on top of the sheets. I sat in the chair beside her bed. I didn't touch her. Just watched. And she didn't stir. I thought about the road. The crash. I thought about the locker room. The way her hand had felt in mine. The way the mate bond had snapped into place...bright and burning...and then vanished.

The door opened with a swipe of the card. Perfect for a maximum of five people and there was a diffuser in the middle of the coffee table. Behind the couches that faced each other, a shelf with a few books was placed. Brye entered after closing the door, immediately slumping down the couch with a sigh. “Do you want some coffee?” he muttered while opening the book and looking up at me. I looked at him before sitting down in front of him. I shook my head before sitting down at the other end of the couch he was sitting on.

I fleetingly wonder what they have to do, but the book has my full attention now, and I reach for it, pulling it to the edge of the table and angling it so Thomas can read it beside me. The book looks old and the spine is well worn, as though it has been opened many times, it has an air of importance around it, possibly because the Alpha left it for me after specifically searching for it, taking the time to.find something relevant to my situation. Thomas and I both shift forward in our seats and leaning over the book, we begin to read. Thomas - Poor Cassie, she passed out when she realised where she was. I guess seeing Luna Lily and Alpha Sven together can be intimidating, and she is still r