Glenn Rhee Novels & Stories

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

After I was done crying, Aiden and I watched reruns of Game of Thrones on the TV. I lay on his lap, stuffing my face with popcorn. All the blood and gore put my mind off of what had happened. But then I started thinking about the blood that had been spilled when Mariano had shot that man, and I got sad again. Aiden changed the channel to watch football, and I sighed, stealing another look at my phone. There were 34 missed calls from Mariano, 117 texts, and a few voicemails. I quickly read the last string of messages he had sent.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

R H Y K E R "Your majesty, I would like to know something about the political powers. Who do you want to choose?" "Christian Krey will be the minister of finance and William Potterson will be the minister of health, the others political powers will have to wait, I will give a thought about it." I answered radically as I watched my chosen people smiling and bowing at me in respect. "We won't let our country down, your majesty." They said and I nodded, waving them off.

They cheered and chanted Eleanor's name. Eleanor pawed to Maya's body. She could see she wasn't dead yet and could choose to still finish her off or let her live. However, she turned away and just left her. "Luna Eleanor wins the combat!!! All hail the Luna!!! The announcer screamed and the crowd chanted. "You did it girl…" Elisa mind linked to her. She saw her. She was in front of the ring waiting for her to step out of the ring. Eleanor didn't know how to shift back into her human self.

Unbeknownst to Rhea, her husband Ythan was secretly watching her. "So, Rhea already knows the truth? She knew that I cheated on her and she knew that her daughter is still alive?" Ythan looked in the other direction. "Ramon Oligario, President of RMO Airlines. Ramil has a brother? Hmmm, I need to get rid of him then," he said before he followed his wife.

Some woman spat out in disdain, and threw her an unfriendly look before continuing her jog down the lawn. Sheila threw the lady a glare. "Stupid elite, mph!" She walked over the next Street towards the hawker. On the front page of the newspaper was the hot topic written in bold, ICELANDERS HOPE FOR A NEW PRESIDENT OF THE ELITES. Her eyes traveled to the picture under the headline, and she spotted three men dressed in costly suits. She recognised the two old men as the current president of Iceland, Mr. Hebrith Montero, and Donne Spielberg, the prime minister. In the centre of these two old men stood Charles Spielberg smiling.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'