Dirty Fanfiction Nash Grier Novels & Stories

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

Nisha. Griffin finishes taking off his clothes leaving him in boxers, if he were in other circumstances he would enjoy the view, his body is very well worked but I only have my eyes fixed on his that only show one thing, determination, I will be his and nothing and nobody will stop it, take a step towards me and whisper “It's time for you to start begging, beautiful... - he says approaching me, at that moment they knock on the door again, I see how he rolls his eyes and walks to the furniture behind him while they knock on the door again

Finally, Nick calms down enough to respond. Nick- *The Grays are shifters. Operate with caution. Nate and I are finishing up some business. Feel free to eliminate a few if you want. I know you hunters can't resist the temptation. I will pay extra. The man rolls his eyes and slips his phone back into his pocket. He hates his employer, but he needs the money this job will bring him. Life has been hard the past few months and work has been scarce. Working for the enemy will bring him some much-needed income. The fact that he gets to eliminate a few shifters now is at least exciting.

I’d stopped thinking about Diana, about Nadia or the fact that my heart had almost fallen out of my chest. Nick Grayson had fixed all that without even trying—or ever knowing he did. I didn’t know whether to be grateful or unsettled by how easy that was. Maybe he wasn’t what I thought. The lies Zane’s fans spread about him were just out of loyalty. He was just a person—an easy one. “Look—“ Nick shifted in his stance slightly. “If you ever want to get coffee sometime. Just —“ A hand closed around my wrist, pulling me close.

While her fists were all bloodstained, her gray training outfit had turned transparent by absorbing an excessive amount of perspiration. Grisha was sullen and furious because it was her pride that got wounded. Her irritation never disappeared. In fact, with each passing day, a sizzling hot rumor was spreading like fire. One that said some black-armored thief sneaking a kill steal under the nose of 67 hunters, including military officials.

Nash smirked and covered Riley’s hand and hissed at her, “Sweetheart! Control your tongue or I might find better ways to use it.” But Riley had enough as she threw his hands off and said with a controlled and cool appearance, “Oh! Piss off, Nash! Go and bother your long line of girlfriends.” Nash looked pissed but then he went near Riley’s ear and growled, “They are not my mate!” Enough is enough I can’t see this train wreck anymore, I opened my mouth to warn Nash off but Mira squeezed my hand and shook her head for me to keep quiet. I frowned at her but then understood why she kept me quiet when I heard Riley’s reply.

He ripped my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” dream-Jax growled in my ear, voice low and rough. His fingers curled perfectly, stroking that spot that made my knees weak. “Now you’re going to take what you started, little sis.” I moaned loudly in the dream, gripping the counter as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer.

Richardson Gregory is the son of a wealthy businessman and one of the top tiers in the states, also owes a lot of companies in the states. Because of this, Richardson became very domineering because he feels that his father’s affluence would be enough to fix his shits and the fact that he owes a major share in one of his father’s companies, worsened his mannerism. But little did he know that Nasha ain’t the type that would be easily be bought with a bunch of pounds, though matter the amount. She could tolerate any other irritating characters but what she can’t take, is cheating and disrespect as they are deal breakers for her.

Chapter Ninety: The Truth Behind The Attack Nathaniel’S POV It has been a week since my encounter with Maurene and since then, I haven't been alright. I began to have dreams. Dreams where she and I are doing sexual things and each time, I wake up stained in my shorts. Maybe it was because it had been a long time since I got laid. I really need to let off some steam. Honestly. The door to my office pushed open and Grayson stepped in, sending me a questioning look. If he could come in.

Nora, wiping away her tears, added, "Do not tell your father anything about Griffin. His health is fragile and he cannot withstand any distress." Daphne nodded solemnly, affirming, "I understand." As she left,Daphne faintly discerned the sound of Nora weeping in solitude within the confines of the bedroom. She figured Nora felt sorry about her love life. At six o'clock in the evening, Daphne arrived back at the apartment. Griffin had returned and Jessica was swiftly packing on his behalf. Efficiently, Jessica completed the task. Positioned by the French window,Griffin engaged in a serious conversation over the phone. It appeared that there were complications regarding the case.