Douma Full Body Novels & Stories

he said and pushed Michael away before possessing Nirvana's body "This is the only way I can kill you. You'll have to kill her if you want to kill me" Kono said inside Nirvana body and walked to where the soul dagger was on the ground "Nirva, I know you're still there..can you hear me?" Desmond asked Hoping to know if Nirvana was fine.. Kono just used his weakness. He couldn't hurt Nirvana no matter what "Don't worry, your beloved will be fine.. I just need to kill you, kill everyone in this territory and take over the world" Kono said walking towards Desmond

The detective thought to just ran away and call for help but his feet felt glued on the floor. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’ “DOMUS!” the nun threw her head back as she yelled the last word, her eyes flew open wide. Her whole body shook and the detective was quick to catch her before she hit the ground. She was catching her breath but her eyes never left Lucas’ body, who remained unmoving.

In the morning, I was awakened by yelling and as soon as I opened my eyes I saw Joshua holding Dameion by his throat except he was unrecognizable. He looked more muscular and bigger, his teeth grew bigger, His hair was longer and his eyes were glowing red. He stood shirtless allowing me to see the markings that decorated his back and left arm. I can visibly see my full name and birthday on his bicep. He had an intimidating and dominating aura to him. As I scanned the scene before me I noticed John was trying to pull Joshua off of Dameion. Mrs. Wright was at the door looking on in shock and there was food on the floor right in front of the door.

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

he ordered. I lay back on the crisp white sheets, my body trembling with anticipation and nerves. Damien undressed unhurriedly, revealing a powerful, mature body—broad chest dusted with dark hair, defined abs, and a thick, heavy cock that made my mouth go dry. He was significantly bigger than Ethan. The sight of it sent another wave of guilty arousal through me.

She wore nothing else but black lipstick and a velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her throat. When she saw Domica, she shivered. “Hello, pretty thing,” Domica purred. “Are you ready to please me?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Color?” “Green. So green.” Domica stood, letting the camera drink her in—tight leather corset, riding crop resting along her thigh, her boots laced up to her knees. Her eyes were cold fire behind the crimson mask. “Strip. Slowly.” The girl obeyed. Bralette peeled away. Breasts perfect. She opened her mouth just slightly, letting a moan escape as she pinched her own nipples for Domica to see.

I say, denial clear in my voice. “Do I?” He turns back to the tree line and gestures his head for someone to come forward. In a pair of skimpy, black, athletic shorts, and a hot pink sports bra, her cleavage is on full display. All the rogues begin to drool over her. Her brown hair hangs loosely, as she uses it to frame her giant tits. “Hello, Darius. Daya.” She says with a know-it-all attitude and in a flash, Daya has shifted back to her wolf and is lunging for Mara.

Damon said, handing me a lady red robe as he adjusted the canvas in front of me and then he walked back to the podium and returned with a few buckets of paints, brushes and a water can. The robe Damon gave me was a see through, it was a complete excuse of a robe. Damon chuckled as he sat on the stool. “What? What's funny?” I asked, slightly embarrassed. “Why are you so stiff? It's not a portrait picture sweet girl, lay on your back for me” Damon ordered. “How?” “Just be free, lay on the couch casually, but I want to see every part of you,” he added again. “Okay” I muttered, taking a deep breath as I laid on the couch, the material was so smooth, welcoming my body immediately.

Daimon. His face was covered in blood, his earthy eyes burning, intense, wild. His brow furrowed in pure fury. His body was naked, exposed, and radiating insane heat. Pure vibration. Brutal. Dominant. He pulled me up with ease, as if my weight meant nothing, as if there was no effort at all—only pure possession.

The sensation of being intoxicated relaxed me and I turned around on Damen’s lap to wrap myself around him. Placing my head into the crook of his neck I took in his delicious smell. Dom jumped off the bed, allowing Max to return to his human form. He stood on the side of the bed completely naked, causing a slight drool from my mouth at the sight of his bulging muscles and hard ass.