Fanfic Worm Novelas e Histórias

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.

“CeC, if he is our mate then why is he growling?” “He was a slave, he doesn’t trust much and doesn’t communicate with his wolf.” I said as I turned around. “Felix, this is my twin sister Fiona. Please, can you please shift. I need to talk to you.” I say to him only causing him to shake his head before giving a low whimper.

Madame licked up some blood from his chest and kissed his forehead, the blood mixing with the spit from before and running down his face. Wanda went down on her knees and breathed on his balls. Licking his cock, Wanda gathers his balls in one hand, the Captive writhing and shoving his cock in her face. Wanda bit his ball sac, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to engender a strangulated whimper. Wanda pulls the candle out of his arse and stands upright, scrutinising the mucus speckled with shit.

All the brothers' fantasy frantically about Cassandra. Now she understood — why they ever were so drawn towards her like moths. She was the burning flame who shall end their sorrows every night. The womanly flame rekindled every time they touched her and she smiled at them. Thinking about their reverse harem dynamics gave her goosebumps, electrifying and strong. Before she could nod her head, Alex was already running off behind Darla and Cassandra; Cassandra in the lead. She didn't even hear what he had told her...

Boom. The sound bursts outside the wall, making my breath stick like new gum, Then chaos. “Are you freaking crazy?” Marta is on Booker before I can even register her movement. “Wait—” I begin, but she’s already shifting. Fur erupts from her skin in a violent wave, her bones snap into place with dangerous speed. In seconds, my sister is no longer a woman but a sleek, enraged, violent wolf, circling Booker with a snarl shaking through her throat. Her canines flash, and her eyes fasten onto him with nothing but fatal intent.