H20 Delirious Fanart Novels & Stories

When their hands met, a wave of intense heat flowed through her, making the artifact shine more intensely. The room trembled as the agreement was finalized, and Kayla's sight dimmed. The final image in her mind was the devil's victorious grin as he softly said, "Welcome to my realm, my avatar." After that, everything went dark.

Jane whispered the words on the computer: “You must be looking for you father, Jane Blackwood. Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. You're late—too late. I thought you were smarter than this, Jane. Come on.” But that wasn't all. The chilling message was just a teaser. A single, disturbing image followed. It was a photograph of Luke Blackwood, not in the safe house he was meant to be in, but in a dark, undisclosed place. He was sitting in a chair, and he appeared weak or perhaps dizzy. His appearance gave off the impression that he had a tussle with them but he was subdued. A man was standing behind him in the picture, a shadowy figure, his face obscured. He had his hand resting on Luke’s sh

She let me stare openly at her braless chest. Maybe my gaze was too direct. She swatted my arm, coquettish and playful. "Stop staring. Your eyes are practically glued to me." A hazy realization settled in. I knew something was going to happen tonight. Delilah fell silent, her head bowed as she avoided my eyes. She twirled her wine glass between two fingers, her pretty face already flushed a deep red. The wine stained her lips, full and glossy—so tempting I wanted to bite them.

“Cover those pretty tits.” Matt pulled out with a wet pop. Scarlett sat up quickly, eyes dark with lust. She cupped her heavy breasts together, pushing them up, nipples glistening. Matt stroked himself twice, desperate…and came with a guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her chest, painting pale skin in pearly streaks. Some landed directly on her hard nipples, dripping down in slow rivulets. Scarlett moaned low, rubbing the warm fluid into her skin with slow, sensual circles, smearing it over her breasts and collarbones while watching them both.

Before he could make it home he was snatched back to the gathering by a force he recognized as Jarius. Honor stood by his side as he held the dark beings servant in a bond hold. Jarius felt the family bond snap into place when his eyes found Duskin. He mindlinked him, “Dietrich, my son.” Duskin stood in shock staring at the similar beings that appeared before him. Did he just call him his son? Ife felt the disbelief coming from the mate bond and went to stand beside Duskin, holding his hand. Alo and Farrell stood with their mates in unity.

[places hands on your chest grabbing shirt] HIM: [slides hand over your waist] Ohho? Collecting I see? Well... why don't you show me your collection? [stares at your body, grabs your hand and unbuttons] If you are so enthusiastic, I don't see why i need to hold back... hehe HIM: [moans] I don't know... just waiting for you i guess? [moans again] Look what you made me do. [Smudges thighs] HER: Oh.....hah! What did i make you do? I wanna see clearly. [moves a bit teasingly over thighs, and slides down slowly with hand movement on your legs]

### The Hall of the Failed Versions Aris led me out of the hospital room and into a long, dimly lit corridor. The walls were lined with glass tanks, each one filled with a shimmering, viscous fluid. I stopped in front of one, and my stomach turned. Inside the tank was a girl. She looked exactly like me, but her skin was a translucent blue, her hair floating like seaweed. A label on the base of the tank read: **[VERSION 0.4 - THE SIREN]**.

She held a coffee cup delicately in one hand, her movements poised and calm. Delilah shot a quick look at Helen, who offered a slight shrug. "She came right on time," Helen murmured. Delilah took a steadying breath before approaching Mrs. Doris. She slid into the seat across from her, doing her best to mask her slight embarrassment. Meanwhile, Mrs. Doris removed a card from her bag and placed it on the table. Delilah's gaze dropped to it - her business card, the one with a woman smoking and the bold text "Shh, I Tame Real Men" emblazoned on it.

"I'm sure that was just her trickery, right, Darling?" "Sorry, my dear Luna. I agree with Rutherford," Ikaros said. The man glanced at me for a moment, and our eyes met. "I want to scold you. But you look pale. Are you sick?" I refused to answer. I had suddenly turned into a terrifying furry creature, and I began to believe that Lorelei was a witch, or at the very least, I was being pranked and there was a hidden camera capturing my expression. Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized.

Tesoju was relaxed and grinned all along showing off his long, golden canine. The stripper slowly walked to the edge of the cage, and still rolling her hips seductively, reached out from inside and placed her palms on Kelvin’s cheeks.