Divine Madness Novels & Stories

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.

Disclaimers! Warning R+18... TYR POV __________ "There is no heaven and h*ll... This is only the work of one person and let's thank him because "the five of us" were given the opportunity to gain power but I am the god, the one and only." He said and sighed heavily with a creepy smile. And just a glimpse of Asher to me, all human being in this room slowly eating there flesh and sucking their bl*od, like Asher command them to do it so.

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.

“Good. Now Ganymede, what the fuck was that?” Three healers ran into the room with maids behind them holding their bags. “My Lord.” “Also attend to him.” Two came to fuss over me while one worked on Ganymede. My ears were bleeding, the both of them. “My Lord, I'll advise that you stay away from mental magic for a while. It would be disastrous to your health if you don't” one of the healers said.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

I found myself wondering how many tattoos he had. Then I lifted my eyes to his face to see that he wasn't handsome in the conventional way. Not flashy. Not charming. He was… precise. Controlled. The kind of composed that comes from absolute certainty. A man who knew exactly who he was. I realized I'd been watching him too openly. He turned, catching me. His eyes were the color of the ocean—calm on the surface, dangerous underneath. The intensity in them pinned me there, unable to break eye contact.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.