Dora Swiper Novels & Stories

It was actually a wheelchair. Moreover, it was powered by spiritual power. “Your legs were chopped off, and it’s inconvenient for you to walk. This is the most compatible chair for you. It’s made by Sky Tower, a famous brand, and it cost me nearly five hundred spiritual stones! Man, I spent all my savings!” Dory exclaimed. Alex held it and examined it for a while before sitting on it. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you,” he said. Dory was a petite person at around 160 centimeters in height. She was also relatively young. Alex reckoned she was at most twenty years old.

And a circle that refused anyone but her. “The circle has chosen!” the eldest screamed as blood trickled from her nose. “It rejects us!” Fear rippled through the chamber. For the first time in centuries, the Dawlya realized: Seppa’s lost circle had found its successor. And she was Draynor-bound. Avi bolted upright in her bed as an invisible force tore through her chest. She gasped arching forward as if hooked by something deep beneath her ribs. Morgan burst through the doorway at the same moment Mikan teleported inside.

Dora swallowed greedily, sucking every drop while her own fingers pumped inside herself, chasing her own climax. The man roared, burying himself to the hilt in Lena’s ass as he spilled hot cum deep inside her, grinding until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down Dora’s chin as she licked the mess clean. When he pulled out, cum oozed from Lena’s stretched hole, Dora’s tongue there instantly, swallowing every drop. He grabbed Dora next, throwing her onto the couch, flipping her onto her stomach so her ass stuck up high. “My turn,” he growled.

If I wasn't sure I just walked into a witch's house, I'd think this place is a jazz bar with a more homely touch. Dora is sitting on one of the kitchen island stools, while Luara is nowhere within our field of view. We approach our mate as we inspect the place with our eyes, looking for any sign of danger or trap. "Why are the three of you so tense?" Dora asks when she looks at us. "We're not tense." Sawyer responds in the most natural way he can. "You are." Dora laughs at Sawyer's attempt to lie. "Tell me, what happened?" We looked at each other and decided to tell her what was making us stressed out.

That man was seriously testing my patience. Time sped up. I picked out a gold-wrapped dress from Eleanor Rowe. The kind that fell elegantly to the ankles, hugging the waist and tricking the eye into thinking my legs were longer. As a woman with a big breast, I often struggled to find dresses that didn’t scream cheap date. This wrapped dress was the perfect compromise. It focused on the waist, not the chest, but still gave me a killer silhouette. I paired it with a push-up bra that lifted just enough without inviting lewd comments.

JASPER “As much as I want to," I replied, "a treaty has been signed.” My wolf snarled in response but didn’t say anything else. Speaking of Dora, I noticed that she had changed into jeans and a black sweater and was looking slightly better than last time. Still, she looked like a walking pile of pitiful bones as she retrieved a small bag from a corner underneath her bed. I watched her open it, and when she poured the contents into her hand, I was surprised to see it was a pendant with a large ruby stone attached to it.

Adriana mumbled with a smile. “Don’t mention, I’m feeling sad about it,” Dora twitched “Oh my! Don’t please, you’ve done enough,” Adrianna encouraged as she looked at the watch. “I really need to go now, bye!” With that she dashed out ~~~~~~~ (MFR Group & Company)

"What? Tenda asked, a hand on her chest in horror while I tried to stop choking. "Take a look at this." Dora said and pointed at something on her phone. "Oh my God, Omg! Omg!" Tenda squealed before she squeazed me in an excited hug. "What's going on? I questioned, a bit confused at Tenda's sudden action. "Check your WhatsApp." Dora grinned. "I'm doing that." I scoffed and showed her my phone's screen. "Not like that stupid, I mean't, check Frank's WhatsApp status," She replied.

🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪 Dora drags herself up, her figure moving towards me with agonizing slowness; each step is a declaration of defiance against a body that desperately wishes to fail. She is barely able to stand straight, leaning heavily into the air as if against an invisible wall. Her limbs seem to operate on borrowed strength, each joint protesting the demand of forward motion. Her face is a mask of brutal damage. Her eyes are swollen shut, sealed by contusions so severe they deformed the contours of her skull. She navigates by instinct, her head tilted slightly, searching blindly for sound or sensation.

Eden Monroe. As I weaved my way through the bustling crowds, my heart pounded in my chest, a crescendo of nerves threatening to consume me. Yet, the moment my gaze fell upon Dorian, a sense of calm washed over me, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. Our bodies swayed to the music, an elegant dance that seemed to defy the world around us, while curious eyes followed our every step.