Cruel And Beautiful World Dramione Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she screamed as her core tightened and more of her juices dropped right straight into my lips. When I was certain she had fully been pleasured, I pulled away and felt my bulge throb painfully beneath the thick fabric of my pants. “Claim me, Damian,” Aurora whispered softly, her gaze dropping down my hardened bulge, almost pleading. “I’m all yours.” Author here: Thanks for reading this far. Please stay tuned, we are only at the start. more conflicts and twist are yet to be unraveled.

I was a bit taken aback, “No it's not that, it's just. She's a pet- A snake, she just had an opportunity to evolve and own a human-like body. Pets rarely get married, they don't have the ability to last without their master. That's why most of them rely on their master, to survive.” Draco hummed and pointed straight ahead, the water colours had changed and become heavier. We were now at the seven hells realm territory. I sighed. The skies were dark with barely a shiny star in the sky. “This place looks sad, gloomy and lonely.. I love it! This is totally my type. Crescent moon is so shiny and bright, makes me sick sometimes.” I smacked Draco lightly and he giggled at my annoyance. I exhaled a

I remained seated in that velvet chair, surrounded by the stale opulence of the Bayrons, feeling how the words of Alessandra and Frederick pierced my chest like buckshot. Alessandra was still there, rubbing her triumph in my face while her fingers caressed Frederick's chest. He didn't push her away; on the contrary, he held my gaze with a smugness that made me want to vomit. The game was stupid, childish, and cruel. But while I watched her act like a luxury bitch and him like the owner of the world, something inside me ignited.

Xeon smirked before my legs were spread wide apart, leaving me completely exposed under the mercy of the hungry, hot blooded, passionate Beta wolf. Mhmm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dre’s POV

I felt hate and joy at the sight of Sonia, pleasure and betrayal and a burning anger that matched the burning pain streaking down from my shoulder. It was too late, or too early, I thought in a premonition of doom; it was too dark to distinguish her completely....or not dark enough to know her only by her scent in his nostrils-or not private enough, I decided, looking out over the heads of her avid audience, my mind racing down mindless paths without coherent responses to the paradoxical sense of frustration and happiness filling my brain. There were too many Scots-that was perfectly clear, though, regardless of my pain or fever or disordered senses. And I forcibly cast aside any reflections

Keira, don't be angry with me; he should have been mine! "You two were so harmonious and beautiful together before." Rhoda, who was crying and concealing her face, said, "I feel awful about you—how could Keira have done that? You are far superior to that Alpha!" Augustine felt that he ought should have been more enraged, but he was no longer able to concentrate on what he cared about most. His body felt like it was on fire, his eyes were becoming increasingly blurry, and he felt trapped like he was caught in a spider's web with no way out. This wine contained medication! He noticed it when the glass he was holding fell to the floor. Then his yearning desire gushed out like wine.

"You'll cause quite the scene." Ariadne wrings her hands, sitting in the viewing box, watching the world below. It's all smoke, sex, and sin. "Yea, give 'em hell," another voice sounds, hidden away in the corner. It's Dustin's mate, Miner, taping away at her laptop, headphones hanging around her neck, and an orange soda on the table beside her. They look like polar opposites, Dustin with his thousand-dollar attire and Miner with her worn-out rock band t-shirt. And yet, the way the Alpha looks at the other leaves no room for doubt. The two are madly in love.

I cautiously peeked through the small crack of the doors as I tightly gripped the handle of the dagger; the cold metal sank deep in my skin. I covered my mouth at the sight that laid before my eyes. All of my servants were on the floor drenched in the color of red, their lifeless bodies soaked in their blood. The tub was filled with my servants’ blood to the point that it was dripping— it was not water that I heard after all. Inside the tub were two naked bodies, a man and a woman. His auburn hair was streaked with blood and it was all over his pale body— it was Lord Damian, one of the blood drinkers. He had his back resting on the tub as the young woman rode him. She was faintly crying as s

"Do you accept this?" I looked at the hall. At the fourteen who had voted. At Mira and Elara. At my grandmother. At Mila with her notebook. At Draco, beside me, with the expression that had a name. "I accept it," I said. My voice carried into every corner of the hall. The officiant looked at Draco. "Alpha Draco. Do you present her so?" "I present her," Draco said, "as my equal. My mate. My Luna." He paused. "And as herself. Entirely and without qualification. As herself."

The Union of Alpha Damien Ravenscar and Luna Katniss Ashbourne. My stomach twisted in a violent wave of nausea. I picked up the card, my fingers tightening around the thick paper until it crumpled completely in my fist. The memory of Damien holding that second blade, watching me drown in my own blood while his fated mate laughed, burned behind my eyelids.