Dilf Novels & Stories

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"I can't wait for her to cook for me on a regular basis. I love Tiffany, but good god, that woman can't cook for shit." Daniel shakes his head, eyes glazed over as he thinks. "Yeah, there's nothing like your mama's home cooking. Have I ever told you about my mama's enchiladas?" Christian groans as he strips. "I'm already hungry. Don't talk about my favorite meal. It's gonna make that protein shake I have waiting for me taste like dirt." Daniel makes a face. "It tastes like dirt because you put too many greens in it. Why don't you just blend a bunch of dried up leaves instead."

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

I whispered threateningly into her ear, but thankful that our ride-or-die friendship was exactly that; strong no matter what the weather. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one wolf causing more trouble for Corbin’s men than any other was, there were many bodies littering the floor around the commotion. As I watched, more joined both the body count at their feet and those trying to subdue the wildfire unfurling. It was Elijah. Elijah has Alpha blood in him.

His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins. He didn’t look afraid. Just curious. “You’re from outside,” he said, tilting his head. “I can smell it.” Abigail instinctively shifted, blocking Samuel with her arm. “Move along.” The young man smirked. “You don’t get it. I work here. With Makan. Which means I know exactly who you’re here for.” Abigail’s jaw tightened. “…And you are?” “Eli,” he said easily. “Junior liaison for the Cultural Integration Program. Or, in your language, the guy who makes sure the Ruins stars don’t break when we polish them.”

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

she said as she approached us. “Then what is this, what is going on, who are you, how did we get here?” said James hurriedly. “Calm down boy, but first I will tell you how you got here.” She explained to us that we were about to be killed by a dimensional terrorist, named Drell. He used a transporter to send us into a vacuum, to rid us without a trace, and because of their information, they were able to get to us before we shifted or, for our understanding, before we died.

“My worker mentioned that you are a friend of Layla, an elf, is that correct?” “Yes, I am.” “... Let me ask you, why did you mention her?” “No reason really. Just that she said you offer cheaper prices.” Matthew was being very bold, which shocked the dwarf a bit. But he actually liked people being honest. “Hmph, classic Layla. Always taking every chance she gets.” The dwarf laughed. “My name is Salj, I assume Layla already told you.” “Yeah.” “I owed her a great debt. It is the only reason I ever gave her a discount on my goods.” Salj drank his coffee.

Genre: Dark Fantasy Billionaire Romance | Explicit | FL: Ruby Senty ML: Rudolph Clarksville Doff – “The Beast King” . . . The first time Ruby Senty saw Rudolph Clarksville Doff, she was barefoot, soaked in forest rain, and trying to escape a man who’d paid for her body.