Dream X Badboyhalo Novels & Stories

I couldn't help it, I might smother the poor man with my need but I pushed back against his tongue begging for more. "I want to fuck you so bad from behind baby but not this time. This time I want you beneath me." He laid me across the bed himself, which was good because I'd lost all movement in my limbs, I was a limp mess. I noticed for the first time the diamond stud he now sported in his left ear. As if he needed to add anything more to his devastatingly handsome self. It was hot and sexy and made me want to do all manner of lascivious things to him.

That pretentious smile made me feel as if we aren't in a fight. Valentine's bed is more spacious than mine, and somehow it feels exceedingly comfortable to be sleeping alone in this type of bed. The simple thought of twisting and turning around, rolling from left to right without thinking of falling down made me feel like I want to take a rest for fifteen hours. I woke up earlier than the sun because of this fucking bad dream I had. I propped myself up and sat at the edge of the bed and savoured the aftermath of that bad dream. It was a wedding. I don't know whose wedding it is but one thing's for sure. It is clearly not my wedding as I was sitting along with the pool of relatives and other

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

Even his name sounded annoyingly attractive. "Let me guess," I said, trying to sound casual. "He’s some kind of brooding bad boy?" Olivia snorted. "More like a walking red flag." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "He’s a playboy," Olivia said bluntly. "The kind who flirts with anything that breathes and leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, half the girls in this school have fallen for his stupid charm at some point. You’d think they’d learn."

Realizing he was only proving his theory of his insanity, Damon the prideful kept on walking backward like a human he saw inside the boxes called television in the human realm as if he was someone inside a horror and suspense scene. Damon the insane yet prideful Halfling was in this train of thoughts when his back bumped into someone. “Fuck!” He turned sharply to the body he just bumped into and was immediately welcomed by a pair of deep azure eyes. Damon cleared his throat before he spoke. “Since when did you come here, Hydra?”

Compared to Xander, Damon had a more daring, all-or-nothing attitude. And when it came to business acumen, Damon was undoubtedly the better partner. “Hazel’s parents were actually researchers for an organization—key researchers, in fact,” Harold began, his tone low and deliberate. “They developed a drug capable of enhancing all human bodily functions. But here’s the catch—it requires the umbilical cord blood of a newborn as the catalyst.”

I know that if Alex finds out, he’ll have no choice but to report me to the Council. Desperate to find a solution, I spoke to Mathias, the head of the Supernatural Council. I didn’t tell him about my bloodlust. I just said that I wanted to meet other vampires because I felt alone. Mathias was cool enough to direct me in Tristan Valarek’s direction. Tristan is a six-hundred-year-old vampire who runs a local Vampire Halo. That’s where I go when I disappear for days. In exchange for becoming part of Valarek’s Vampire Halo, I work as an enforcer. Mathias is the only one that knows I’m part of the Halo. And he has been pretty cool about keeping it to himself. Valarek doesn’t know ab

she shouted, approaching slowly so as not to slip again. “Go away, Elizabeth!” The voice that came out of Halley’s lips was nothing like the petite girl Beth had known for the past few weeks. It was a low growl, with a raspy quality to it. A flicker of fear pulsed through Beth. If Halley was capable of poisoning Ryan and attempting to drown him, what might this lunatic do to her? Beth didn’t know if she could overpower her or not. Halley was slight, but clearly she was stronger than she looked, and whatever it was that fueled the rage burning in those golden eyes, it was enough to create the monstrosity Beth saw before her.

I managed to stuter and licked my lips as I stared at his pink ones. "Say Yes." His head was descending down to mine and he was dangerously close. I licked my lips again and couldn't help muttering, "yes." He raised his head away and kissed my forehead. "well then, I'll see you tomorrow night at 7 baby girl." ***** How do you know your bad boy is in love with you? First, he'll make your life miserable. Then he'll show up at your doorstep looking like a snack to take you on the most cheesy date that can ever exist.

It was warm, heavy, and unmistakably Damian, smelling faintly of his cologne. Normally, parties put him in a good mood, and he’d have been all smiles, but not tonight. Because he’d noticed Kethan and didn’t seem particularly pleased with what he saw. Damian’s face bore the expression of a health inspector who’d just entered a restaurant and was already irritated by the five health violations he’d spotted from the door alone. “Hi.” He said, pulling Asteria closer to himself. “Who’s this?” “This is Kethan Adams. He’s new.”