Eddie Venom Novels & Stories

As for what he liked to eat, she had no clue. When Damien heard the word "takeout," he immediately frowned. "I don't eat that stuff." No takeout? Too picky? Well, that was a dead end. Serena waved her hand dismissively. "How about some snacks then? I have lots of flavors and they're really good." Perfect for binge-watching! Damein's frown deepened, especially when he saw the high-calorie chips in her hand. Seeing his frown grow, Serena felt a bit helpless.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

The thought of never meeting Ian again and the guilt of not uniting Ian with his true soulmate tortured him slowly. "Host?" June looked up and weakly smiled at the teenage girl dressed in a white tight suit. She was Venus his system. He had seen her physical form whenever he came to Love Crop. "Hey Venus," he said and wiped his face. "Are you not feeling good?" She asked, her robotic voice was the only thing that reminded June she is not real. June gave her a smile, avoiding her scarlet eyes, "I am fine." He assured. Venus gave a nod and said, "I came to say goodbye. It has been a pleasure working with you, host."

I had heard of his stories numerous times, but I had never been opportune to see what he looks like in person, not until this very moment. This was the saying of Elder Malachi: if you ever thought for a single second that Eldric Thorne was a deceiver, a conniving serpent that moved in human flesh, then you haven't met a man like Malachi who was a physical representation of the seven deadly sins in human form. This man was just a step away from taking that title of evil from the devil himself.

He had burned in the fire of pain, hatred and vengeance for years and now he will force her to engulf the flames of this fire too. After all she was his venom, the precarious poison he had drank a long time ago and now she had to dwell in it's addiction too. Because once she was his venom, now he will be hers. _________________________________ Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting. Don't forget to follow me on I*******m it's mirah_selim. Till the next adios

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

Eden, however, stood right behind the dead bitch, stared at her step-sister with zero emotions and munched on a heart as if it was an apple. I knew I was supposed to think that the view was awful, but again, the erection straining against my zipper was enough proof to know I didn’t find the situation anywhere near appalling. “If I can’t fuck you while you’re eating that thing, I think I’ll die,” Titus whined. His voice was loud enough to catch Eden’s attention. Her eyes snapped to us and she instantly flashed us a bright smile. Eden looked like a character from horror movies - all blood and gore. Why did I find this scene sexy, again?

Dad's voice thundering above, congregation praising. And me, deep throating Demitri's swollen cock, choking on his length, 'Guhk...guhk...', tears streaming, but pussy dripping. 'Fuck...Meadow, isn't this what you wanted?' He groaned, thick and commanding. 'Now eat me like I'm your fucking messiah on earth.' I did. Swallowing him whole, the sin tasting sweeter than salvation.

I won’t apologize for enjoying it. Drake picks up a knife and begins sharpening it slowly, letting the sound build tension. Edward holds his breath, watching that blade like it might decide his fate all on its own. I walk over and take it from Drake’s hand, winking at him. “Drake, get me the hose. Ben, the wolfsbane.” They nod and move into action while I step toward Edward, smiling. Sweet and fake. “So, Eddy. Who were you working with?” He rolls his eyes.