Eddie Brock X Venom Novels & Stories

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

“We should probably talk about this.” I looked up. Brack had moved and now stood close to me. “Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t order me a vibrator. Don’t you fucking dare.” I pushed a few items aside and searched around on the bottom. Nothing. “I. Will. Kill. You.” The asshole smirked. “No, you’ll improvise.” He had to be kidding. “Improvise?” “There is every shape vegetable on the planet in there. One of them will surely do.”

Ryan had just replied to her message. Eden raised an eyebrow and quickly typed one word. Eden was about to reply when the lobby’s spotlight was turned on. The host took the stage with a mic, and Eden paused, putting her phone away. Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Alain and said, "The man just now is a Living Venom." "Living Venom?" Alain looked at her with a frown. Horace and Caelus also turned their attention to her. "He’s been bathed in all kinds of toxins since he was young," Eden explained, gazing meaningfully at Room Number Two through the window. "His body is literally poisonous. Just touching his blood can poison someone, and the types of toxins can vary."

"I won't give it to you." Seeing Eden reaching out to grab the ball, Tim pushed Eden, making the latter fall onto the ground. Edric hurried over as he saw that. Eden did not cry like a normal child would. Instead, he got up and pounced on Tim. Tim then reached out to push him again, and without surprise, Eden ended up on the ground again. Furious, Eden got up and bit Tim's hand. Tim let go of the ball and broke into a wail. Brock immediately stopped looking at his phone. He saw Tim's hand with two rows of bite marks and turned mad. "Brat, I'll beat you to death!" He reached out his hand to grab Eden. Unexpectedly, another man came and caught Brock's wrist.

Taking the skin of her neck between his teeth, he thumbed her clit while stroking into her hard. Her back and neck arched off the bed, and she clamped down around his cock and came on a long hard moan. Sweet as fuck. "Again." He released his hold on her neck with his teeth and instead wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. He emptied inside her, one finger on her clit the other hand around her throat as she came one last time.

“You’ve got eyes?” Static hissed for a beat before her father’s voice crackled through. “Visual confirmed. He’s alone. No usual crew. Be careful, Eden.” “Copy that.” She adjusted her grip on the small vial tucked in her sleeve—a fast-acting knockout serum. Non-lethal. Quiet. Clean. Down below, Draven leaned against the bar and exchanged something with a man in a silver coat. Not cash. Not a drive. A folded envelope. Eden’s pulse quickened.

She was crying out, a shameless, sobbing mess into the crook of her elbow, her toes curling as the climax began to rush back into her belly. "Daddy's gonna breed you, Vicky," Eden hissed, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as he delivered three final, earth-shattering thrusts that turned her brain to pure mush. "I'm gonna fill your tight little step-sister cunt to the brim." Victoria let out a broken, shattered scream as my walls clamped down in a violent, mind-melting orgasm. A split second later, Eden gave one last, deep shove, his entire body going rigid against hers as he let out a guttural roar, pouring a thick, pulsing torrent of hot cum deep inside her.

he titled his head to a side and I could feel Vincent’s body tense up under my touch, causing me to panic as well. “Don’t fuck around with us, Dexter. We can still beat the shit out of you all, with or without the herb.” Edward took a dangerous step forward and I watched Dexter grin from ear to ear, causing a shiver down my spine. It’s his confidence that really makes me crumble into a million pieces. He always gets what he wants. “I hardly doubt that right now.” Without warning, the Armenius brothers lunged towards Edward and Raymond and I gasped when they all started throwing punches and hurling each other to the walls.

Hot tears stream down my cheeks as I stumble backwards and almost crash onto the pavement. Right then, I look up and my gaze clashes with my greatest nemesis. Zakari Von Hale. He’s draped against the balcony above the banner, flagged by his clique of five, looking like a king on his throne. The dark, devilish smirk on his lips tells me all I need to know. He did this. That unfortunate bastard did this! The pain and humiliation that threatened to choke me just three seconds ago dissolves, replaced by fury so venomous, it singes my veins.