Debauchery Synonym Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to send your precious mate and child to keep you company.” “I’m not dead yet.” Aluxious flicked his gaze to the hybrid, his fur melting into his human skin. His lips curved into a smile. “Also, when I met death the last time, he said I’m not his type. He’s more into people like you. Fucking disgrace to the world.”

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

And trust me when I say I’m no player, because I’m honestly not. Eighty-five percent of these girls were clearly after status and fame. Searching for a wealthy bachelor they see fit and the other fifteen percent were just too clingy, declaring their love for me and hoping to become Mrs De Luca. such delusional women. I assume you can’t help but wonder what my type is and in all honesty. I don’t have a type, but all these women just seemed to lack something I looked for in a woman... “originality”. Anyway, I have totally given up on all this relationship drama, as the hopes of finding love give you the harmful torment of burning up inside. So relationships are a thing of the past. Rather, I’v

“Things are so hard right now, and I—” “Shut up, Elena. Just shut your mouth,” Michael barked, cutting me off with absolute disgust. “You think you can just disappear, break my heart, and then call me whenever you feel like it? You’re nothing but a gold-digging slut. A whore who sold herself to the highest bidder.” The words hit me so bad, tearing right through the remaining pieces of my shattered dignity. “Michael, no, it wasn’t like that—” I choked out.

“Suck my cock.” In his gaze, I was perceived as a privileged princess, a girl who revelled in the lavish trappings provided by her doting father. Time seemed to pause as I sensed his radiant eyes narrowing, their brilliance dimming. With delicate fluttering, his ebony lashes gracefully framed the exquisite gemstones, while his lips curled into a mysterious smile, filled with a mischievous allure.

“You got in his head, didn’t you, Debra? Batted your eyelashes and convinced him to bypass us and leave everything to your—” “Sons.” Debra cut in shape as a blade. “The word you’re looking for is sons.” Aaron’s voice rolled in, thick with a New York accent“The word she’s looking for is bastard, Not that we haven't heard it before.”