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Belle pinched the bridge of her nose, she didn't know how many times she would lecture her friend to love herself with her curvy body, but no, her insecurities were too high. "Babe—"She dragged slowly, "if I was the one who has this shape of you," Belle's eyes roamed on Angelina's hourglass body, shaking her head, "I swear I'll be fuvking walking in lingerie," she said sultrily. "Or if I was a guy," she stared at her seductively as she wetted her lips sensually while her brown eyes twinkled with mischief, "Imma fuck you to oblivion state," she added impishly.

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he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Geez! On the other side, Ira's aristocratic black brows knitted together as his interest went back onto his phone. He needed to divert his attention before his arousal drove him to madness. He was rock hard and could feel the bulbous head of his member kissing against the band of his jockey. If he could be honest, he wanted to release his active swimmers so badly. Too bad the odds were not in favour of him today.

They grabbed me, dragging me away from the crowd as laughter and jeers followed and my cries for help went unanswered. They didn’t stop until the village lights faded and the trees swallowed us before shoving me to the ground. “Run, whore.” Marissa’s voice slithered through the trees, smooth and poisonous. She tilted her head, lips curling into a sneer. “Run if you don’t want to be torn into shreds.” A sound split the night—horrific, unnatural. Snap. Another. My stomach lurched as the two girls around her convulsed, their bodies cracking, twisting, stretching. Bones snapped like branches, skin rippling, tearing. Fur burst through, teeth lengthening, claws gouging the earth. Their snarls rose

Vanda scoffed, wiping the side of his lips. “You have just a few days and hours to get yourself prepared, I do not want tardiness.” He carried on with his food like nothing had happened while Carlotta her mom stood speechless beholding the sight. “You both suck!” She stood on her feet and ran up the stairs. As she walked into her bedroom, her eyes took in the pretty atmosphere in it, in one week time she'd be turning eighteen and that's the rightful age for every werewolf to transform into a full blown wolf.

The players kept fucking her, but they slowed, staring in awe as the change began. Emily’s clit swelled rapidly, growing thicker, longer, pushing outward like a budding cock. Veins pulsed along the new shaft as it lengthened inch by inch, eight… ten… twelve inches of thick, demonic futa-cock, the head flaring angrily and already leaking clear precum. Heavy, cum-filled balls dropped below it, churning with infernal seed. Her original pussy remained right beneath the new massive girl-dick, still dripping and clenching around whatever cock was inside her. She had become a full futanari, a gorgeous, possessed cheerleader with both a throbbing futa cock and a hungry, squirting cunt.

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

The transformation was nothing short of a royal coronation. By mid-afternoon, the Vance penthouse was swarming with the city’s most elite, highly classified stylists. These weren't ordinary humans; they were beta wolves sworn to secrecy, trained to cater specifically to the high-society aesthetic of the supernatural elite. They moved with absolute precision, styling Clara’s long, dark hair into a cascading wave of glossy curls and applying makeup that accentuated her piercing, feline features. But no amount of concealer could completely hide the fresh, dark-purple crescent mark tracking across her right collarbone.