Destiny Rodriguez Nude Novels & Stories

damnit " he groan and took his gaze to the alter which was already destroyed due to the explosion . someone stepped out of the fire and walked slowly into sight . the person body was covered with fire, Destin deemed his eyes to get a clearer view of who it was . the fire on the body of the person died down and behold it was a lady whose face was masked by a half golden skeleton mask ,she had a long white wooden sword on her hand and her cloths were as red as blood, wind blew around her causing her black hair to dance behind her . "who are you " Destin mumbled and she slowly lifted her head up reviling her red glowing eyes

It is such a snowy day like every other day in the Northern state of Zeresein but it is particularly snowy in the glamorous village of whitstone. In this glamorous village, a beautiful young girl lives within it. A girl sixteen years of age, average height, and fit figure. The most incredible thing about this girl is her long flowing white hair. Her hair is as clear as the snow and as bright as the sun. "I would love to eat some of your amazing pottage please" Amber, the girl with the magnificent white hair said talking to her mother who was sewing a dress.

she grinned slightly and I told her of course. Watching her scurry to her bathroom I made my way back to the kitchen. As I was pulling items out of the refrigerator I heard a floorboard creak and stood up to see Destiny standing there with a smile on her deformed face. Her hands held a gun and a syringe. “What are you doing,” I questioned her in annoyance. A large arm quickly came around my waist and I shrieked when I turned to see a frightening male. He covered my mouth with his meaty hand as I struggled against him.

Another thing was that none of the workers in that restaurant, the chefs or attendance know what they were doing underground or what exactly was the place for. "You failed the task given to you! You mess everything up and you are setup by a woman!" Black Man said and talking to the guy on the floor at his front, not wearing any cloth. He was fully naked and with blood all over his body including his mouth, he had been beating up.

Scene: Underworld Bar Cris – POV The bar reeked of sin and sulfur. Smoke curled through the air like ghosts hungry for flesh. Bodies moved in slow chaos—drunken rogues, low-level demons, witches nursing broken spells. The Underworld’s forgotten came here to disappear. But we weren’t here to disappear. We were here to find him. Damien stood still near the back wall, arms folded, face carved from stone. His golden eyes didn’t blink once as they scanned the crowd. Not even when a drunken satyr bumped into him and slurred, “Watch it, mutt.”

"The reason you saw me drowning my sorrows in strong liquor, nearly freezing to death on the ice plains multiple times, when you sent wolves to the far north to 'check up' on me." "The name I never dared mention to any wolf, afraid you idiots would bother her behind my back, afraid my mother would continue to trouble her." "She's the one right in front of you, Ella Moon-shadow, the only woman Lucas Blackstone will ever recognize, the one etched into my soul." "Now, she is my Luna, my legal mate, the future mistress of the Blackstone Pack." "So from now on, you'd better get rid of all your filthy thoughts about her. Don't even have a single crooked idea."

she responded while tugging at his shirt, which he took off in a swift motion. She roamed her fingers around his bare chest, which made a cold shiver run down his spine. A hint of a smile showed on her face. “Now, will you be a good girl and spread your legs for me?” He whispered naughtily in her ear. By the time he was done saying the words out, they were both naked, with Cam or as he knew her, Angel, beneath him. He grabbed both of her breasts in his hand while working his way down her body with his lips.

Deep brown boots framed her ankles. I cleared my throat, adjusting my hips over the bed. From the way her gaze stayed fixed, her posture unwavering, she was a skilled fighter. Her skin was flawless and clear. She had sharp jawlines, which made her look more fierce. Why did Zadekiah bring this woman, and who was she to him? Those rumors that he was plagued by a woman he couldn’t have—that was why he stayed without a mate…was it her? A strange heat flared in my chest as my palm dug into the sheets drawing a sharp breath.

Anika candidly stated. "Anyway, I can't blame him. Babe, you are so astonishing." Anika wholeheartedly praised her. "You too, Babe. You are damn so pretty. Lucky to have you tonight." Jaz shared her introspections. Anika acted disappointed. "Just tonight?" Jaz is getting her hand, looking straight at her gazes," Every day, Ms. Anika Hodgens. Even only wearing your pajamas, no makeup at all, still captivates my eyes." Then they kissed, not caring about further people around.

Something came over me. In the dimly lit cell, the first soldier's focus was fixed ahead, unaware of the danger behind him. As he turned, I struck swiftly, catching him off guard. My fist connected with precision, sending him stumbling forward. With determination, I pressed my advantage, delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. But my efforts were futile. The soldier grabbed me and threw me against the hard concrete. Darkness consumed me as I fell, witnessing the terror in Charity's eyes. She screamed, tears and mucus streaming down her face, distorting her usually beautiful features.