Novel & Cerita Eden Sin Gloryhole

Her throat running dry as panic overwhelmed her at losing her wedding ring which was a beautiful gold band with a 2 carat oval diamond in the center. "Alessio will kill me!" Serafina hissed at herself, pulling the towel off her hair as she shook out her clothes on the counter, hoping, praying that it got tangled in the material. Gnawing at her lower lip she stepped out of the washroom, thinking maybe she left it in the room, taken aback when the lights of her bedroom had been turned off, with a dim flicker coming from the bedroom. Cautiously, she walked across their walk-in closet, hesitantly peeking into the room.

There were men and women from various places within the outlands having all sorts of fun in the establishment. "We're here. There are so many people," Gloria said as she looked at the inn. "Adrian, please put me down." Adrian put her down but still held onto her to support her. Gloria tidied up her hair. "It's all right. I can walk on my own." She nodded, and the couple walked toward the inn. A few shirtless brutes were outside enjoying their drinks. Adrian and Gloria’s arrival naturally attracted their attention. These heavily-tattooed men looked menacing.

It had to be just me. The basement smelled disgusting . My flashlight on my phone lit up and broken chairs stacked in the corner. And there it was. A hole in the wall at waist height, about the size of my fist. A real glory hole. My pussy clenched just looking at it. I was wearing a short skirt, no panties, because why bother? My thighs were already sticky. I dropped to my knees on the cold floor. “Come on,” I whispered to the wall. “I need this.”

And while the ground ripped open around us, a terror began to crawl out of the depths. Trinity returns for a brief fiery moment but something yet darker than Morgana is uncovered and a thing ancient, a thing hungrier, hungry to devour them both.

I cover my mouth and nose with my hand, trying to filter the terrible smell. The dungeons are dark and without my lycan I have a hard time getting my eyes to focus in the dark. I know that Gloria is being held in the magical cells that reside in the back of the dungeon. As I walk past the cells filled with prisoners and rogues, many of them whisper and cat call in my direction. "Hey pretty lady, why don't you pay me a little visit?" One of the rogues reaches through the bars and tries to grab my shirt. Quickly, I jump back and the man falls forward into the bars, hissing as the silver burns against his skin.

said Glory while sitting beside Dante. "Prince, Princess, I'm back." Glory said with a smile. "Glory, I have learned a very important secret," said Dante as he poured soup into a bowl and gave it to Glory. "Thank you, Dante. What's the secret? Tell me," Glory said while inhaling the aroma of the hot soup. Dante looked at Princess Alleta. "I'll tell you later. Eat first," Dante replied. Hearing Dante's words, Glory immediately ate in a hurry. A few moments later,

Anita turned her back for Glory to zip up her black dress. "Which of your friends is that? A male?" Glory asked out, surprising Anita again, and Anita screamed at her, "No, Glory! When did I ever discuss a male with you? I hope you're reading your books in school and not shifting your focus to the handsome males in your class?" "No, big sis," Glory quickly denied as she blushed.

Not even when the faint glow of moonlight appeared ahead, filtering through a jagged crack in the stone like a blade of silver. Elise lifted her chin. The tunnel opened into a vast glade shrouded in silver mist. The Hollow. It wasn’t merely a place. It was a trial older than the packs themselves—a sacred punishment and a sacred chance. Some called it a test of courage. Others whispered it was where the Moon judged the soul itself. The guards stopped at the edge. One of them sliced through the rope binding her wrists. “From here,” he said, voice clipped, “you walk alone.”

The clenching and unclenching of Whitney’s shaved pussy squeezed Hollis’ fingers deliciously until her muscles finally began relaxing. Most of the girls Hollis’ fucked in the past tended to be completely spent after sex, but Whitney wasn’t like any girl she’d ever met before- and proved it in yet another way by wrestling a stunned Hollis onto her back and sliding down to admire the very wet cunt before her lust crazed eyes.

​The Neutral Zone was a chaotic, beautiful riot of flickering neon and stagnant filth. The heavy, cloying smell of cheap synthetic meat and ionized ozone filled the stagnant air, creating a sharp, sickening contrast to the crisp scent of pine and damp earth we had left behind in the forest. We pushed our way into The Den, a notorious sub-level bar where the bass from the music was loud enough to vibrate the very bones in my chest. The patrons here were mostly ghosts of their former selves, too high on "Glow"—a terrifying new street drug made from distilled, illegally harvested wolf-blood—to even care who walked through the heavy iron door.