Novel & Cerita Cursed Bathroom

His shadow darkened the entrance before he revealed himself fully. At the sight of Richard Wolfe, I twirled so fast that I nearly tripped. "Fate! Crap!" I cursed. I stepped on my other foot, almost losing my balance as I struggled to cover my naked tits with my top. His voice sounded rough as he said, "Yeah this is the males' damn bathroom!"

“Many have lost their lives for less.” I don’t feel lucky. In fact, I feel like the unluckiest person alive. “Go on in, have your bath before you sit for lunch. I’ll clean up here.” She says and that’s when I remember the mess. “I’m sorry…” I begin and trail off. How do I begin explaining that I’m usually better than this and this place brings out the worst side of me? “It’s fine.” She says with a smile and helps me up. The bathroom is as opulent as every other room here and it’s the only place without a security camera it seems. I find the tub filled and sink gratefully into it, closing my eyes while my mind whirs.

Not just only her, that monster had created his vicious terror in the hearts of every person who had their encounter with him. “Please….Ms. Sylvaine….” that woman requested Allura, so she sighed and slowly nodded her head. She saw that woman gesturing to follow her inside the bathroom, which was also available inside the room. Allura stepped inside the bathroom, and just like the opulent and extravagant room and the rest of the manor, even the bathroom was looking extremely lavish and fancy. Every single thing was made up of expensive glasses and stones in the bathroom. Not just only a toilet, but it had a huge jacuzzi, a separate shower room, and a huge dressing area too to change clothes.

As I pushed the door open, a shocking scene greeted me—the living room was brightly lit and filled with laughter and cheer. A round table was laden with a lavish Thanksgiving feast, the air heavy with the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie. My heart sank, and a chill ran through my body. My husband, Ethan Parker, and his first love, Mandy Sanchez, sat side by side on the couch, cuddling intimately, their faces adorned with content smiles. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law, Janet Wright, sat across from them.

“Don’t reward me. We just fucked not too long ago, you sex god. I wanna bath, okay? I’m covered in your cum, blood from that psycho bitch’s slap, and sweat from fighting her ass off—fuck, I probably look like a hot mess right now. So back off with the fingers before I curse your ass out too and make you laugh so hard you bust a nut without touching me.” “Sex god, huh?” I rasped, leaning in to nip at her bloody lip, tasting her again. “Fine, princess. You wanna bath? Daddy’s got a private shower in the back. But you’re not going alone. I’m washing every inch of you myself—scrubbing my cum off those thighs, soaping up those red tits I slapped, and making sure that greedy pussy’s clean before I

I stammered, cursing inwardly at how ridiculous I sounded. “That way.” He pointed lazily toward the left.Without another word, I rushed past him, practically fleeing. The bathroom was breathtaking black-and-white marble walls, a massive jacuzzi tub glistening in the center, and a spacious glass shower at the far end. It was the kind of space fit for royalty, too extravagant for one man alone.

Selena didn’t know how long it had been since Theo, with all the grace of a gremlin godparent, grabbed her by the arm and hurled her face-first through a magical door like he was tossing a sack of mildly cursed potatoes. Now here she was—cheek smushed against the dusty, mossy floor of what looked like a half-abandoned temple from a low-budget horror film. Her dignity had clearly been left behind somewhere between the ER and whatever cursed GPS coordinates this shrine belonged to.

I walk to the door and close the door, I take a detour to the bathroom in order to take a cold bath before I lose my sanity and do something I might regret. Damn staying here for a week, I cannot survive staying for two days. This is just the beginning and the urge will only become stronger and a little aggressive. Why the hell did I have to be sexually attracted to you on this damn trip? I don't think I can hold up much longer, Sasha. It is just a matter of time before I give in to my flesh. What happens when you find out I gave in? Pardon me when I eventually give in to the flesh. I promise not to desecrate our matrimonial bed. That is the only promise I can make for now. Please forgive me

There were gold accents on the metalware around the bathroom, ranging from the sink spout down to the toilet handle on the porcelain basin. Padding over to the sink, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a completely sexed-out mess. My hair was ratty where Rashid had been grabbing it, and what little makeup I did put on before last night had been smeared completely from burying my face into that couch cushion. My cheeks heated up as my mind wandered to how many women had been in my exact position inside that closet. Obviously, he had an entire sex toy closet hidden away in there for a reason. How many women's faces had he buried into that couch while he fucked them senseless?