Novel & Cerita Free Vixen

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

She was wet and warm and probably wearing nothing but a towel, and I was hard, had been hard since dawn, with a constant, throbbing ache that felt less like arousal and more like punishment. "You're not fine." Vivian moved around the desk. I smelled her cloying, floral perfume that was nothing like Sloane's vanilla. "You're a healthy man, Elias. A virile man." A pause. I felt her eyes drop to my lap, to the ridge of my erection straining against my slacks. "I can see that." She perched on the edge of the desk. Her knees were inches from mine. When she leaned forward, her blouse gaped, and I saw the lace edge of her bra, the swell of manufactured flesh.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“That’s not the point! I treated you like a wh*re, like a bitch—and you’re a fucking virgin?” Ram spat out the words, his anger evident. Lexie remained silent, offering only a bitter smile as he turned and walked away from her. She slid down against the wall, quietly enduring the pain between her legs. “Y-you’re a virgin… How the hell could you just give yourself away like that?” Ram muttered, pacing back and forth. Still, Lexie said nothing—she didn’t even know what to say. “You don’t know how special you are. Don’t you fucking know your worth as a woman? Is that why you thought giving away your virginity was just some game? What kind of woman do you want to be, Lexie? A fucking prostitute?

“ I’ve never seen a Lycon fall so hilarious in her own coolusim before, “ She causually walked across the rim of the front row while wearing a long, blue dress and a crop top with pink jewelry with the head of a wolf on her shoulder. “ My coliseum ? , “ “ Oh Dear. This new generation is so oblivious to our heritage, “ “ Heritage? Who are you and were am I ? “ “ Simple questions from a simple Lycon, “ She taunted me with a devilish grin. “ Fine. My name is Vixen and this; Little Lycon, is the Tiberius Bowl. But you will know it by a different name, “ “ Which is ? , “ I asked her Vixen put her two fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp whistle, summoning four eight foot, muscular werewolves

#ReverseHarem Three billionaires. One contract. One virgin who’s about to break every rule. Valéria Santorini was never meant for a world of tailored suits and men who command empires with a single phone call. She was invisible. Untouchable. Until she crossed paths with the Romano brothers. Three men. One proposal. A contract with clear clauses… and devastating consequences. What begins as a strategic agreement quickly becomes a game of power where every touch is a provocation, every approach is a challenge, and every rule seems made to be broken. They want to test her limits. She wants to prove she still has control. But when three dominant men decide to claim what they want,

"For the Lower Realm!" Beside him, Vixen landed lightly on a high boulder, her nine tails swirling like a typhoon of white flame, blasting physical shockwaves into the flanks of the swarm every time they tried to scale the canyon walls. Sweat beaded along her hairline despite the cold, the strain of sustaining such power beginning to show in the tightness around her eyes. "Keep pushing them back!" Vixen shouted, her silver hair flying wildly around her face as she fired another concentrated stream of fox-fire into the tightest cluster of shadows. "Don't let a single one breach the northern arch!"

Vixen hung up the phone with a loud thud. Regulus threw his phone away out of anger. “That bunch of wh*res. What are they so cocky about?” Vixen looked at the phone’s dimmed screen and smirked. “Do you really want to take advantage of me? Aren’t you overestimating yourself?” Vixen was the woman who pretended to be Serena! However, she liked it when people called her Vixen—the alluring fox! “Kiran should just kill off Regulus’s idiots! Even better, kill all of them. Then, let’s see what these jerks are so smug about,” Vixen muttered angrily.

I got to Velvet an hour early again. Mikela clocked it immediately. “That’s twice this week.” “Slow day,” I said. Same answer. She let it go the same way. I was halfway through my makeup when she leaned into the doorway. “Your VIP clients came in last night,” she said. I still went. “When?” “Late. Didn’t request anyone. Just sat at the bar for an hour and watched the floor.” She tilted her head slightly. “Left without booking anything.” I turned back to the mirror.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!