Damn Vulnerable Web Application Novels & Stories

"What the fuck else do you want me to do to show you that I fucking care? I'm not the person to say shit like that, and I'm not the person for commitment but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't care for you like you're my everything. I-Fuck, I don't even know what the fuck you did to make me like this. It's fucking crazy. I'm a heartless person but you make me feel like maybe there is something beating in my chest and I've not felt like that for years! I don't even know what the fuck it is about you, except that well, you're gorgeous and hot and I fucking love your ass-" I roll my eyes so that I don't chuckle at his ridiculous attempt of complimenting me. "And you're the first woman I don't ju

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

Sasha sobbed. “No, this is more than love. The Clyde's family are desperate for something,” Samantha said thoughtfully as she bent over the table. She scrolled up the screen, searching for details. “Ken, I want you to hack into this system. I wanna know how many women applied,” Samantha requested, giving way to Ken. He twisted his neck and cracked his fingers. “Why should we be interested in that?” Sasha asked in dismay. Samantha didn't reply, she paced to and fro in silence.

I said, putting my hands in my face. “So what was old man Whitmarsh getting out of it all? He couldn’t have given a shit about the money he got from the sale of stock,” Dough asked. I nodded to no one in particular. I seemed to be doing that a lot today. “Still trying to sort that out but I mean it’s not unheard of for demons to do business with vamps. But I mean that’s not the kind of image they have or they want for this board of directors that is almost all shifters,” Alice said.

{VIVIAN} dreamt of Dante three nights in a row. I couldn’t recall what happened in the dreams, but I woke up each morning with the phantom touch of his hands between my thighs and a tight ball of need in my stomach. Cold showers only helped temporarily, and Dante’s absence while he was in California was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I didn’t have to face him with amorphous memories of sex dreams running through my head. A curse because without new interactions to distract me, all I could think about was our night in Valhalla’s library.

After the girl had left she ran over to the bag curious to know what was there and only found two new dresses. She knew she had to get out of here as soon as possible.. She ran in to shower and took the new dresses with her. Gaetano stood leaning on the wall while Marcos went through his laptop. "Vasiliev is still pursuing for the supply of seeds.." Marcos said and Gaetano glared over to him. "I don't trust those Russians.. This may be a trap" he replied and Marcos looked up at him. "This may be just about the exchange nothing much" Marco's words got him thinking.. Maybe he should give Russia a chance.

Tears of conflict pricked at my eyes as I gathered my notes, my hands trembling slightly. Damien Voss was dangerous in ways I hadn’t anticipated. His confidence, his dominance, the way he noticed every physical reaction I tried to hide—it unsettled me deeply. And worse, it excited me in a way no client ever had.