Finger On The Trigger To My Dear Juliet Novels & Stories

Julia shouts back, as if in explanation. Removing the keys from the knob, Juliet calls again, “No, not right now. Come inside.” As she opens the door, the most delicious savory smell drifts out, assaulting both our senses, and breathing deep, we take it in gladly. My stomach seconds our assessment with a loud rumbling growl.

Juliet. I reached down with a trembling hand. My legs were locked open in those cold metal stirrups, leaving me completely exposed to the three men watching from their leather chairs. I felt nauseous, but the fear of the "organ harvest" threat kept my fingers moving. Slowly, I touched myself. My fingers were shaking so much I could barely feel my own skin at first. I started with small, light circles around my clit. "Open it up, Juliet," the brother with the blonde hair commanded, leaning forward. "Use two fingers. I want to see what that pussy looks like inside."

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes so he spoke up. “Let him see, Evelyn. Let him see how far you’ve come while he was busy destroying himself.” My thoughts ran wild but soon a dangerous smile appeared on my face. “Fine,” I stated, my voice dripping with venom. “If we are going to burn him down, we might as well do it in the spotlight.” Leo suddenly froze near the couch, with his head tilted. Then he waddled toward me with something pinched between his fingers. “Mama… I found this.”

Jeff is laying down, beneath his head is his blood. The blood is dark red. My feet draw me back as tears parade down my cheeks. The vase falls out of my hand to the ground and I run shouting: 'Dad! Dad!" You can guess what happens next. Dad walks out of his study clothed in his fluffy brown pyjamas, he rushes to the scene. His glasses hang loosely on his rigid nose bridge. I try to tell him my part of the story; "Dad… Jeff…he tried to…he pinned me down…he almost…!"my voice breaks.

MARK'S POV I arrived at the mansion, my eyes scanning the door, which was open wide. I rushed inside, calling out, "Juliet! Juliet!" When I entered, I saw two men, one of whom had a gun in his hand. He held the trigger and shot unexpectedly. “Bang!" And I initially thought the gunshot had come from him. Instead, the gunshot had come through the window and hit his forehead, leaving his blood splashing like rainwater on Juliet's body.

Hank- I trust you. Juliet- Silly, werewolf. Juliet takes her gun and silencer. “Hey, Dad! I want to get a little target practice in, I’ll just be at the tree line.” Allan nods and goes back to eating his dinner. Juliet heads to the tree line with her gun and target. She walks to the spot Hank should be. She looks around and can’t see him. Then she hears a thud and feels a hand wrap around her stomach. “I missed my mate,” Hank whispers in her ear.

To teach her a lesson in which of us is really the dominant force here. I flex my fingers around her throat, staring into her eyes as molten silver starts to bleed into her irises. “I’m not going to touch you, Juliet,” I murmur, gripping one of her wrists with my free hand. She sucks in a breath as I shove it between our bodies, not stopping until her hand is at the apex of her spread thighs. “You’re going to touch yourself for me.” Juliet freezes, lips parting as an unintelligible string of mumbled words leaves them. “I… but you… you want me to… right here?” She glances nervously toward the unlocked office door.

His exact words were "Sometimes when sensing danger, the mind immediately instructs the index finger to shoot in the direction the person sensed danger from. However, in the case of trigger happy fingers, it's when someone is anticipating danger, or too excited, like you are right now." I had blushed as he saw through my hidden grins and squeals. I had only let them out when he had shot two bottles, without blinking or wavering for even a moment as he did so."Alright love, fingers on the trigger." he said.I breathed a sigh and shifted my finger below his, he chuckled above my ear. Making me shiver as he did so."Calm down, It's not going to hurt you."he said.I pouted angrily at him as he kiss

Because I saw in her memories some father and daughter moments, memories that burned inside her. “Don’t lie to me,” she asked in a whisper. “I know you’re trying to protect me, but fuck, don’t lie to me.” “That man who was here owned a brothel.” I had killed him myself without hesitation. “That’s where he planned to take you to serve as prostitute.” She blinked, not too surprised. What things had Juliet seen so as not to be impressed by my words? She seemed immune, as if she didn’t understand what I was saying.

God please no. My phone screen lit up at my side, and I glanced at it without picking it up. «Cum on my fingers, Juliet. Do it while your father is oblivious of how much of a slut his daughter is.» My teeth grinds against one another, my coil in my stomach threatened to snap. I held it down. «Cum on my fingers, I want to taste you.» The coil almost broke at that, more tears rolling down my cheek as I whimpered, glad that the tv noise was drowning it all out.