Novel & Cerita Eddie Brock X Venom

Asher duck a puck and the screaming intensifies "STING VENOM STING!" The cheerleaders roar "VENOM" and the people back it up like a failing karaoke team. My brother's position on the rink is taken but I came for Venom. I move out of the stands and head to the rink. The ref blows whistle and crowds ripple out gasps and questions "Isn't that Remington?" "Did he lose his mind?" I ignore, focused on Vladimir 07. The one who traumatized and shattered my brother's knee caps for simply bearing same name as him.

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 will beat you to death!" He reached out his hand to grab Eden. Unexpectedly, another man came abd caught Brock's wrist. Twisting it, Dexter looked at Brock coldly, "Do you think you can hurt a child just because you're a grin up?" Brock was in so much pain that he shouted, "Let go of me. It hurts so much!" Dexter exerted a lot of strength in his grasp.

It burned. Venom. Who the fuck is she? The woman’s eyes flicked around the room, and then they landed on me. Everything went still. Edrick Vale, caught half-dressed in a tiny apartment that smelled like soap and desperation. Alina’s breath hitched beside me. “Edrick,” she said softly, almost begging. “Please leave.” The banging had stopped, replaced by a thick, suffocating silence. The man who’d broken down the door crossed his arms, clearly assessing whether I was a threat or just another problem. The lady’s lips curled.

I can feel her walls flutter around my cock and I know that I’m not going to last much longer. “Fuck, Euan! I’m gonna cum! Mark me!” She screams. I bend my head to the crook of her neck as I pound into her, I sink my canines into her flesh, pushing her over the peak once more. I follow her off that ledge, pumping my seed into her. My breath is coming in pants, as I seal my mark on her neck. “That was fucking amazing.” She says.

Brock ordered a few men to carry the two bucks to the pack for the cooks to prepare a grilled feast, while he went to see our new vampire ally, Vincent, whom he had confined to his room under armed guard until his heat had passed. Brock’s strides were measured and deliberate as he cut a path back to the encampment, the trees parting like deferent subjects before a king. I trailed behind him, my own human limbs not yet accustomed to the sudden shift from four legs to two. The scents of the forest now mingled with the smoke rising from the distant fires of our pack's hearth. “We need to present a united front,” Brock said over his shoulder, his voice carrying the weight of impending decisions.

"You two have such a special bond. The way you look out for each other, trust each other it' beautiful. I couldn't let her poison that." She's good. Really good. Positioning herself as the protector of male friendship while positioning me as the toxic feminine influence that threatens sacred brotherhood. "You saved us from worse damage," Ethan says, and I hear genuine gratitude in his voice. "If this had gone on longer, if more people had gotten involved..." "I'll always have your back," Veronica promises. "That's what real friends do." Real friends. The implication being that I—his sister am not a real friend. Not real family. Just a threat that needed to be neutralized.

"My husband just woke up yesterday. He's still very weak. Surely this conversation can wait—" "Mrs. Hamilton." Salvatore finally looked at me. His dead eyes studied my face. "I'm glad you're here. This concerns you as well." I sat down in the chair on the other side of Brock's bed. I reached for his hand. He grabbed it like a lifeline. "Someone drugged me," Brock said. His voice was stronger than yesterday but still shaky. "Someone wanted me dead. The doctors said I was heavily sedated before the accident. This wasn't my fault—"

"We were prepared to peacefully welcome this lost soul as a descendant of our people. But no! He showed his basic human nature and immediately began attacking the men we sent to escort him to the castle, Killing dozens!" "I don't remember it being that many... Definitely a dozen but plural seems pr- HURK! AGH! Your mother should've swallowed you!" "Will you shut the fuck up!" "That's what I said when I stuffed my dick in your mother's mout- URGH!" "SILENCE!" Brock roared quickly turning his back to the proxy stone and approaching the guards who were standing over Christopher and whispering into their ears. "Either find a way to silence him or I will silence you forever!" He hissed through gr