God Of Lust And Destruction Novels & Stories

Wayne is good-looking, but I can say that the attractive man in front of me is only a few percent more handsome. It appears that God spent some time sculpting his exquisite features and Adonis-like body. Shit! I've never seen a flawless dude before. His piercing, wide eyes give off the impression that as if he is staring into ice. The young man's eyebrows are thick but well applied. Although I haven't yet seen his smile, I am aware that he has a lovely smile just in case. His facial expression was blank. He was wearing a maroon terno suit with long sleeves underneath. If he's handsome like a god, his partner is the goddess holding his arm.

Sean demanded lustily. His hands tightened on the sides of my hips, his fingers digging slightly into my skin. Turned on by his dirty talk, I began moving on top of him. Just like he wanted, I began riding his cock in wild abandon as I bounced my hips up and down his love stick. His cock slid in and out of my hole as I grinded my pussy up and down this massive length. My body weight made sure that I could take him in deeply each time I sat down onto his upstanding cock.

Alex clenched his jaw not letting go of my wrist. "Maybe you are jealous cause I kissed her first. And she loved it" "Fuck you" Kaden cursed and I turned around pressing my hand on his torso as he almost launched his fist at Alex. "No-No stop. Please. I- " Kaden looked at me and gave a nasty eye to Alex. "Way to ruin a mood " Alex whispered folding his arms and walking to the living room, I sigh as Kaden stared at him. "Did he hurt you?" He asked and I shook my head.

Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

His hands on my waist guided my hips slowly against the bulge. He leaned closer to my ear and said, “You’re fuckin’ naughty, aren't you?” A smile escaped my lips. I felt thrilled and my body responded to him with goosebumps. The DJ messed it up and put on a twerking song. My ass wasn’t big. I wasn’t about to embarrass myself so I pulled away. He held my hand and went to sit back down. “Come on,” he told me, his eyes filled with desire. He turned me around, making me face the other way and placed his hands on my waist.

He thrashed in my grip, fury burning bright within him. "Calm down, demon wolf!" I ordered, my power matching his. He paused, recognizing the likeness we shared. His black eyes met mine, and we both smiled, satisfied at having found our other half. We weren't bound by the goddess, though. Our connection was far more profound. A god of true power had forged our souls to be the greatest destruction this world had ever seen, and we would rebuild it together.

He strolled toward the bed slowly, like a king walking through his throne room, and leaned down next to my face. “You were chanting with your cock in hand,” Lust said softly. “Using power like it was a toy. You think magic is a game, little mortal?” My voice cracked. “I didn’t know— I-I didn’t mean to—” Wrath fucked me harder. My back arched off the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets. My cock pulsed uselessly again, leaking but too raw to come. “You didn’t mean to summon your way into hell and spill your cum on our sacred altar?” Lust sneered. “You didn’t mean to bend the veil between worlds because you were horny during homework?”

"Now let me work. I have five weeks to create something extraordinary. Something that will destroy Gregory Shaw and everything he's built." "And win your custody case." "And win my custody case. Same week. Same stakes. Everything on the line." Marcus kissed my forehead. "I believe in you." "I know. That's the only reason I'm still standing." He left me to work. I started sketching. Designs that told a story. Destruction and resurrection. Pain and beauty. Survival and triumph. A collection born from the ashes of everything Shaw had tried to destroy. A collection funded by his victims. A collection that would bring him down.

he asked. The bitterness in the back of my throat was making me gag, but the high was already telling me I was a god even while I sat there in my own filth. "It’s from one of your warehouses," Gustavo said, his voice dripping with a sick pride. "The one I blew up. Just the first of many I’m going to level." I heard him stepping closer, the crunch of his boots sounding like thunder, but my eyes were showing me a fractured world. A sharp crack echoed through the space and It took a few seconds for the warm trickle of blood down my lip to tell me he’d hit me.

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene before me. Matt's deep voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a commanding tone. "We have a common enemy," he said, his eyes locked with those of the vampire leader, Tristan. "The witches are growing stronger, and if we don't unite, we won't stand a chance against them." Tristan, a tall and imposing figure, nodded slowly. "I understand the threat they pose," he replied, his voice smooth yet laced with a hint of danger. "But can we truly trust your pack, Matt? Werewolves and vampires have never been allies."