Edgy Oc Novels & Stories

"That's impossible! Cordelia was fine. How could she be dead? Tell me where she is, or I'll kill you!" Tobias' eyes were bloodshot, his scent indicating he was spiraling toward a complete loss of control. Matthew arrived and managed to stabilize him at the last second.

I said wiggling my brows at her. The floor was clear as we were giving room, everyone looking for a suitable spot to stand and watch. They were foaming at the mouth, It was pretty obvious they were hoping for me to have my ass handed to me. If the Alpha hates, the rest of the group has gotta too, no? Only Edward seemed to be shaking his head in disappointment. Whether at Arian or at me, I couldn’t particularly bring myself to care. “You must be really dumb to pick me as your opponent” she said

Hugo replied. “What about you Ed?” “Ric is on the lookout, my men are stationed outside. We have everything under control.” “Good, I want this to go as swiftly as possible. We'll gain a lot of profit with this partnership.” Don nodded at us and left. “Who is really that girl? Is she an orphan?” Hugo asked as he faced me. I turned slowly to face him while making a tired face. “That is none of your business.” I spat back at him.

Her stomach went into free fall. “Please tell me you stopped filming?” she said through stiff, cold lips. The guy gulped and went puce, lowering the camera. “I…” Cassandra raised a shaky hand to her face. Her other one was still wrapped around the microphone. “Oh, God...” A low, threatening voice sounded near her ear, turning her blood cold. “Well done, Applegate! You’ve done a great job, congrats! You’d better be prepared for the fallout, bitch!”

“You turn it up to ten and a half, then crank it back down to six. It’s hard to …” “Hard to?” he probed, flicking her clit with his tongue just to get her attention. “Hard to focus. Hard to … come.” “Do you want to come yet?” “Yes … no. I don’t know.” Ah, he loved it when they were so out of their mind with bliss they couldn’t think straight. Then he knew he was doing his job properly. “It’s called edging, baby. Not a fan?” “Big fan,” she said with a strained, raspy whisper. Her fingers made a gimme, gimme motion. “I want you. We can do that later … or another time. But right now, I want you.”