Dipper Novels & Stories

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

he said. BooYUH: Ofc! Omg. "So today, I will be alone again because I didn't found any sub." flapMingo: I can be your sub daddy~ F^ckman: That's better, just don't like looking at you fucking anyone else. "Shall we get started? Well then, I'm about to tell you something." he stated, voice deep and husky, too sexy and removesd his white polo shirt, flexing his well built body, 6 packs abs and fine chest.

Babi pov I went in to change but I wanted to take a shower so I headed towards the washroom. Maybe it was because of tequila I wasn’t feeling a little bit dizzy. I felt like I was walking on a tight-fitted rope. My mind was under full control but my body was on its own. It wasn’t working as it planned. I saw soap lying on the floor and I panicked like hell. It was already really hard to walk straight, and as soon as I saw soap, in an attempt to dodge it I fell on the floor really badly.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

I yelled. I could see turmoil in his eyes. He opened his mouth, only to close it back up like a fish out of the water. I wiped my cheeks when I noticed Anna coming back. The second she placed our drinks, chips, and queso dip down, I ate. My eyes opened wide, “Oh. My. Gosh!” The queso dip was so deliciously good. Zach sadly smiled, “I knew you would love it.” I began to eat like a starving pig. He chuckled, but it was short-lived.

Jace sat in the chair, spreading his thighs. “You remember how good you made me feel with that sweet mouth of yours?” he asked. She nodded, already moving between his legs, but his fingers wrapped in her hair. “Not yet.” A click. Serena gasped when cool metal pressed against her inner thigh, Dorian’s fingers guiding a new toy along her slick folds. A slender steel rod, heated with magic, humming low and deep. It wasn’t shaped like any vibrator she’d ever seen. Thin. But curved. Pressing inside like a secret.

Together wasn’t a colour he wanted to name. Something leaned against the stainless ladder on the shallow end—a thin strip of something that caught the light like fish-skin. He crouched. It looked like membrane. It smelled like penny mouth and old meat. His stomach tried to leave. He swallowed hard until it didn’t. He scanned for any sign of a person. A hand. Hair. A rippling that meant “just there.” Nothing. The water was empty the way a lie is empty—too smooth. The light over the exit flickered. Its hum turned thin. Somewhere inside the wall, a pipe settled and the sound made the hairs on Con’s arms stand.

“I thought we’re having lunch?” Devin hummed, “we are. That’s my property down there.” I rolled my eyes. Of course, he owns it. “Whatever, I need to get back before six,” I announced in a contemptuous tone. “Of course,” Devin answered back as the chopper landed on the beach. Small sand particles were being swept by the rotor blades of the chopper. Some stuck in my eyes. God, I hate this. I rubbed my eyes after removing my shades. It feels itchy as hell and irritating. The chopper must’ve left because the gusting of wind stopped and the ocean breeze returned to its calming state.

Forest C H A P T E R 3 7 H E M I L I A The sun goes down and the night sky is already here, the soldiers cheered as they clinked their glass of beers. As I smiled sheepishly, maybe a little bit intoxicated. "And you know this is how she hates me. Because of my dick again." David, the talkative dick man sat next to me again saying that he missed our talk because I wasn't grossed out by the fact he had a small dick but didn't want to admit it.