Festering Bloody Finger

Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in people and always sees the good in them. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer. Mason King; the leader of the most powerful gang, Viri Sanguinum. He is said to be cold, ruthless and a blood thirsty killer. He never grants mercy. Never helps nobody. But as they say, no one is born with bad. Circumstances make them. What possessed him to do this? With a dreadful past that still haunts him, Mason was bound to become bad. *** What if certain circumstances lead them to collide? Opposites attract they say. Is it possible in this case?

Amidst the darkness, fire ignited. A bloody journey to the reality. Altara live a peaceful life, thought danger is a form of a mere accident. She's to decide her own fate and her own purpose, especially on what to believe: To see to herself the reality! Little did she know, the walk to darkness fill with hot and strange; with bombing and exploding that so good to the extreme! She fall in the arms of a hottest man. And her affection become a dangerous one... She thought on escaping. But how, when his alluring eyes drowned her, and deepened her dangerous affection? Will her despise to the bad guys be the one to take over, or his deadly ways so good to even thought of resisting? P.s. You can support the writer by leaving reviews to the story.

He steps closer to me... Closer... More closer... He pulls me close to him. His hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes are into my lips. His hand grips my chin and his finger touches on my lower lips. I swallow my saliva... He slowly leans towards me. Our lips are an inch far. I closed my eyes... Against my ear, he whispered, "You are my women"... He steps closer to me... Closer... More closer... He pulls me close to him. His hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes are into my lips. His hand grips my chin and his finger touches on my lower lips. I swallow my saliva... He slowly leans towards me. Our lips are an inch far. I closed my eyes... Against my ear, he whispered, "You are my women"... My temper sparked. I evert my eyes in his."In your dream", I shout and forcefully pushed him away... I run out of the room. My heart was pounding wildly in my ear. I took a deep breath, claim the rapid thuds in my chest. I desperately want to claim my heartbeat down... In reality, I am confused why my heart was pounding when he was close to me? Why did I close my eyes? Why I am blushing? I just hate him, isn't I? I asked myself why he said that to me? Is he drunk? I pulled my hair, Questions in my heart driving me crazy...

“Olivia.” His voice was husky with want. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” She took his one hand in both of hers and pulled the index finger into her mouth, gently sucking on it, then releasing it. Her eyes were bright with lust, and his cock hardened as her tongue flicked the end of his finger, teasing him. “I believe you,” she whispered. She moved his hand over her breasts now, down her flat stomach. His fingers found her hot, wet centre and they both groaned. “Touch me, Dallas.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she shifted her hips to give him greater access. “Please…” **** Olivia Jameson has it all: beauty, fame, money, adoration. But one fan wants more than her image. When his messages turn obscene, then terrifying, and he crosses the ultimate line by appearing inside her home, Olivia realizes her perfect life is a carefully lit illusion. She needs protection. Now. **** Dallas Foreman is a former sniper turned bodyguard: big, lethal, disciplined. He’s wanted Olivia for years, but wanting her and protecting her are two very different things. His job is simple: keep her alive, keep his hands off her, and stop the man hunting her. Desire can wait. **** Until Dallas uncovers a truth far more dangerous than a stranger in the shadows: the stalker may be someone Olivia trusts. As the walls close in and violence strikes close to home, Dallas must choose how far he’s willing to go to save the woman he loves. And if Olivia survives, will fear leave room for trust – or for him?

"Why you keep on pushing yourself in our life? Aren't you afraid that I might get you arrested for being my husband's mistress?!" Nerissa shouted at Isabella. "Mateo and I are still married. You are the real mistress here, Nerissa! You took everything from me. My child, my husband, everything that should belongs to me!" Isabella said while crying. Nerissa, smirked and walked towards her. "Don't you see the ring in my finger? Mateo and I are married. You're gone by years, and now that he's mine, you doesn't have anything to get back with, not even your one and only daughter!"

"N-No… Please, no… I can't fit in anything anymore…" I can only arch my hips up in the air on the hospital bed. My doctor is currently performing a check-up on me to find out the reason behind my intense lust. But he seems to be toying with my body. His palm keeps kneading my perky buttocks, and he even inserts a finger into my slit. The more I beg him to stop, the more excited he becomes. Unable to take it anymore, I turn back to look at him. Wait, that's not my doctor! Isn't that Eric Buckley, my college professor? The next thing I know, he thrusts into me heavily.

I watched as my boyfriend put the ring that he had promised to give me on Sophie White's finger at her birthday party. When I questioned him, Mark Goodman shrugged nonchalantly. "I promised to marry Sophie. Since that's not happening now, the ring is compensation." I was left speechless from rage and so disenchanted that I decided to cut all ties with him. Everyone was cheering when Mark later showed up at a gathering with Sophie, both wearing a matching set of rings. But when they all thought I would make a scene, I smiled faintly. "You two really deserve each other. When are you getting married? Do send me an invite."

'You know I don't take no as an answer so you have one chance, baby girl.' 'Your body or...' He trailed off with a smirk, he enjoyed how her eyes cowered in fear and how her body trembled against his hold. ___ He was the devil and she was the tamer. Jasira found herself being entangled in the cobwebs made by Alejandro to drawn her back, to have her being wrapped under his finger but he doesn't know she was dangerous than what he expected. He was the most feared man in their country and she was a mere waitress. What happened when the devil met his tamer, they fell in love; no! They revenged!

"Your body wants this, you are just stubborn. Allow me to bring you mind-blowing orgasms that will make you undergo spasms." I said, sliding another finger into her V-Opening in a bit to locate her G-spot. *** Isabel and Mavis nursed a secret crush for each other at high school, but they never expected to be forced into such close quarters as step siblings. They suddenly find themselves sharing a roof, and try to navigate the complex emotions they've been trying to suppress for years. They must decide to give in to their feelings or fight to resist them. Can they keep their relationship a secret, or will it be exposed for the world to see? And what will happen when their parents find out? WARNING!!! ️ This story contains explicit and mature content. R18+

EMILIANA                  It was supposed to be a simple wedding. Marry the old fucker then while he's busy trying to get in my pants, stick a knife in his throat. And if anyone asks... I'm pretty sure I would have come up with something believable. I mean, how hard is it for someone his age to have a heart attack or trip and fall onto a knife. Right? But then in the middle of the wedding, this hot guy shows up in a bloody Armani suit, like covered in blood from head to toe, kills the man I'm supposed to marry and takes his place. What the fuck? Seriously, What the actual fuck? TROPES; Arranged marriage, forced proximity, he falls first, crazy FL, your daily amount of steam and HEA.