Novel & Cerita Haunting Their Asses

This gob of insanity could not equal hunting after vile beasts into dens and burrows, down begrimed holes, and through dismal hollows. The mere fact of being here made me feel as if I was part of an unholy life parody. He tried to come up with a word to describe the human flesh renderings he was looking at, but he couldn't come up with anything. They had burrowed into the forest's corrupted center like wood-weevils to get to this glade. Their filthy fangs and brutish weapons, clunky clubs, savage bull-axes, and nasty sickles, he regarded with disdain.

"I will never felt you are troubling me with any kind of problem. Your problem is mine too so tell me how and when it all started." "I can't remember the days I spent as a kid but I know my nightmare has been haunting me since then. I don't know how it all started. All I could see in the nightmare was a little girl crying in a house on fire with a man and a woman shouting for help in so much tears. I don't understand what that means mum." "Since you are a kid?" "Yes mum!"

edged to delirium, cock a purpled, leaking monster, veins like ropes. Azriel remounted alone, facing Cassian, legs splayed wide. "Last ride, toy. Fill my ass, breed me deep." He slammed down, riding fast and slamming down, his hips blurring, ass a blur of motion, hole vise-tight and fluttering. Cassian's eyes locked on his, desperation peaking. "Azriel fuck... gonna—"

I don't have anything to offer. Shit my neck is burning. Am I burnt alive? God.. Why is it so confusing? I am so frustrated. I am screaming. But no one is answering me. The fuck. "For god sake Callum. Wake up. Damn. I didn't know it would be even more frustrating than mating with Blaze. Why isn’t he responding"? Someone was frustrated like me. Looking for answers. That neither of us have. I have to wait till this darkness is over. Till I get the strength to stand on my feet again.

He looks a little panicked. “As good as we can be after getting branded and feeling like we got hit by trucks and then backed over a few more times for good measure.”

Every night they returned, haunting the periphery of my vision and tormenting my soul. Since the last time one had brushed against my skin—an encounter of pure, unadulterated agony—they had grown bolder. They mocked me, their raucous laughter echoing inside my skull. I had cheated death, yet I was not free from its realm; I had merely become its plaything. "Can we possess her?" "Make her our puppet," their thoughts hissed. Their lips never moved, yet their intentions arrived like a distinct roar lost in the middle of rushing waters.

Hell NO! "I'm not kidding you, Daddy!" He groaned. I kicked his ass hard because of too much stress and frustration. It should be my free day today yet his stupidity---Satan, keep my sanity on me. I MIGHT KILL THIS BASTARD RIGHT NOW! "I already told you. Girls are girls. If only you didn't believe her venomous bait, this won't happen to you. Girls does not have one word. They just talk and talk and talk, but they didn't mean it at all. Rampage, we are ASSASSINS. We KILL. We SLAUGHTER. And mark this in your nut-sized brain,"

Specific, ugly hunger of something larger bearing down on something smaller. It smelled like the drool of starving hyenas closing in on a wounded sheep. Faster, Aurora. I drove my feet harder into the ground, roots cracking under my weight, branches whipping past my arms. I pumped my shoulders and ignored the burning in my lungs and the riot in my knees. They were faster. I knew they were faster. I could hear the gap between us shrink. Their footfalls like gunshots against the forest floor, eating the distance between us easily. They weren’t afraid of losing me.