Erot Novels & Stories

He says and I nod in understanding "The first stage of grief. Don't worry there are other stages. I'd like to get to the revenge stage." "Oh cool, you've watched the Cruella movie." Tyrone sounds like he's forcing himself to be strong, but he doesn't have to. He should let all the emotions out. I know I'm all for men having other emotions than anger but this time I don't think I want him to control it I want him to let it out so we can go look for the dicks who decided to kill a good man. I don't know about him and the rest of that pack but I'm ready to kill a bitch. "Is there a reason you called?" I ask him after two seconds of silence.

and it still would have rhymed. “As I was saying,” Viper said, clearly irritated. “That man’s name is Loro, which means parrot in Spanish. He’s called that because of his many colorful tattoos. Little did I know, just like a fucking parrot, he had a habit of repeating things that were told to him. So, tonight I removed some of his feathers, one-by-one, and I’ll continue to do so until every trace of my club is gone from his worthless body.” He shrugged. “It might take days. Loro has a lot of feathers.” “So, what’s your little tattoo removal service got to do with us?” I asked.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.