Fourth Wing Spicy Pages Novels & Stories

Her tone totally flat. Pushing himself forward_he leaned towards the edge of his desk, just close enough to perceive her alluring body spray which only cause Aria to fall back on her chair in total disgust or was it fright? Being overly satisfied with her reaction. Frank began to explain in a rather low tone. "So here is the thing._there is going to be a book launch this weekend and I have been invited along side my mom but it's unfortunate that she won't be able to make it so am going to have to take someone in her place"

With Jake gone, all of us became more intense and enthusiastic about work. Once Margeret’s hardcore punishment was disclosed. One of the servers, Jasmin, was late three times in a row, for that she got the chance to visit “Lion’s den”. After five minutes, she was all fire and venom was coming out of her mouth when she came out.

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

“You’re letting that evil control you. She has to go. Take her.” Something inside me snapped. and suddenly everything went blurry… I could hear Sylvara behind me. I could hear Ael shouting. “Kaelen—no! Don’t—” But everything went silent after that. Like the world dropped underwater. My chest tightened. My breath stopped. The rage didn’t rise this time It broke loose. A sound ripped out of me—low, guttural. My bones shifted first. Slow at first… then violently. I dropped to one knee as pain shot through my spine.

The hot liquid splashed onto my swollen clit and ran down my slit in thick streams, mixing with the cream already leaking out of me. Their hands slipped lower. Sophia kept two fingers buried deep inside my cunt, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. Mia’s fingers joined her, spreading my pussy lips wide open so they could both watch every inch. Four slick fingertips teased my folds, gliding up and down, circling my throbbing clit, then sliding back down to my dripping entrance. The wet squelching sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet spa room. “Fuck… yes,” I moaned loudly, my hips rolling up to meet their touches. “Just like that.”

My eyes water, but my pussy leaks more. I’m bent over, stuffed in both holes, clamps tugging at my pussy, red marks already blooming on my skin. He picks up something different—a thin rod with a small wheel of metal spikes at the end. He rolls it up the back of my thigh. The tiny spikes prick my skin in a line of stinging bites. He does the same on the other thigh, then across my ass cheeks. The sensation is constant, like hundreds of tiny needles dancing on me. It hurts, but it also sends sparks to my clit. I moan and raise my ass higher.

Small town, small church. I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between my thighs grow. “It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.”

It was in clear view and I knew what to do. I walked towards him, his back was to me so he wouldn't know what hit him. I smirked as I could already taste the sweet scent of victory. Without a second thought I passed Atlas Burnam but only after making sure I stepped on his good foot. Hard! Now the logic behind this was that if Atlas experienced real pain in his foot, he'll pull it off the floor as a reflexive response which would mean he would be left standing on his "bad" foot. When people would be busy being angry at me for stepping on his foot, I'll casually mention that he was currently standing on his supposedly injured foot and everybody would be shocked and Skylar would win!

For some moments, I closed my eyes and remembered the hundreds of times I walked it with the aid of nothing but a walking stick. I came back to this place only once since my transplant. After that, I couldn’t come back here anymore. There were far too many memories of Allison in this place. And it killed me every time to think that she was with somebody else. I was relieved when I found a brown leather-covered notebook safely sitting on top of the table. I opened it, my hands slightly shaking. I read the title on the first page, “Letters to Hunter.”