Novel & Cerita Dirty Fanfiction Jacob Sartorius

I wanted to grab Felix's arm, to beg him to save me, but my fingers had lost their function, shattered beyond recognition. He looked at my deformed fingers, his eyes wild with fury. "Your hand... Who did this to you?" Felix knew better than anyone how much I loved painting, and he knew what it meant to ruin my hands. He had once begged me to draw his portrait like I did when we were kids, hoping one day we could fix our broken relationship. Now, that hope had been severed forever. Darcy, trailing behind with a group of people, couldn't believe Felix was actually trying to save me. She arrogantly announced, "It was me. She tried to copy me; she even had surgery to look like me and lure you in

Then he drew a circle around himself and closed his eyes, as if meditating. I tugged on Salem’s arm, but he did not move. “Stay,” he said. “You must see what Mr. Cillian is.” For a moment, nothing happened. Then Mr. Daffodil’s corpse convulsed, and let out a scream that was devoid of fear or rage or sorrow—an empty, emotionless husk of a scream. The bones of his fingers extended, stabbing through his fleshy tips and cracking open his nails. Tattered, red-streaked shreds of skin and cloth fell to the floor as his ribs cut through his chest and shirt, and a webbing of bone formed over what remained. Cheekbones punctured his face, causing blood to splash down in thick waterfalls. His teeth grew

Then he took a step. And my body was non-plussed to move. He rejected you, my mind screamed. He threw you off like the little whore he always claimed you to be. "If you come near me, I will kill you", I shrieked. Jacob paused in his advance, just one more foot away from the bed as a new scent filled the room. I took in the scent, filling my lungs with what smelt like a beautiful combo of Jacob's dark chocolate exuberance and something more delicious, something I couldn't place.

My reputation was absolutely bathing in misery right now, and it would send it into a coma if Detroit saw anymore pages. Truth be told; the dog-eared pages were done by me, but the highlights and markings were done by Sarah. And our fantasies were mind-boggling. “It wasn't me, Detroit,” I shook my head vigorously. “It’s Sarah! It's her book. She forgot to take it back when she slept over.” I swallowed hard, trying to smoothen out the edges of the blatant lie. “Why would any woman in her right mind want a 9 inch dick? That's too enormous. It would hurt her so much she wouldn't be able to—”

I glanced down at the screen. **Daniel:** *Already thinking about the next time I get you alone. Drive safe. And Sophie—don’t clean up when you get home. I want you sleeping with me still inside you tonight.* I kept one hand on the wheel and read the message twice. Then I smiled to myself, turned onto the highway, and left the lake house behind—still full of my best friend’s dad, and already counting the days until I’d be back.

The whole world seemed to spin for a moment as guilt burned deep in my stomach. Yes, the journal. It was full of Jonathan’s dirty secrets. The boy had written detailed dreams about being a cum slut for older men. He fantasized about both me and Bryce taking him, using him, and owning him completely. I had hidden it because I wanted Jonathan all to myself. I did not want to share him with anyone, not even with my best friend, who he had also fantasized about.

And as Jacob explained, she was divided about whether to believe what Jacob was saying or to laugh at the story he had made up. "Astral vampire? Soul sucker? What was that? A piece of fiction? What the hell are you trying to plant in my brain, huh? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Claire said angrily. What did he think of her? A teenager obsessed with reading fiction stories? But truthfully, Claire really liked reading fiction stories before. It entertained her. She loved it. But even though she is addicted reading to it, she still knows how to separate reality from fiction. And Claire thinks, what Jacob was telling her was plain fiction.

Dear reincarnation. If you’re reading this, congratulations. You have finally unlocked all the secrets I had managed to keep and you have also been mated to Jacob as well. Thank you so much for digging deep and going through all lengths to be with our mate, after so long. I know that there were a lot of hardships and prejudice regarding your relationship with Jacob and I want you to know that I am proud of you. This book contains more information about me and Jacob back in the days, it’s my diary of some sort. It also includes some steamy scenes between us for your entertainment. Enjoy! Love, Ameris.

Why isn't there any time machine? Probably, he would have returned to the time when she was standing there. Forcefully or whatever it is, he would have made her his. He knew that he wasn't a gentleman who played with flowers. He was the villain who loved to create examples of fires. Jacob's eyes are bloody red with his lips covered with blood. Before his eyes, it's a wreck havoc. What's the exact thing he wants? He doesn't know either.

After that I don't remember anything else because I feel my body falling and I'm very tired. .Jacob regulates his breathing so that it returns to normal after successfully completing his desire. He didn't move and remained in his position, pressing down on Lucy Watts' body who had become his legal wife. He stared at Lucy's beautiful face, who was now closed because she was tired of serving him. In his eyes slender body, but filled it closely. Jacob's mischievous hand squeezed back the bloated chest teasingly in front of him, really it was like he got a new amazing toy. For years he refrained from having intimate relations with women and this time he went mad because of a woman named Lucy Wat