Romans & histoires Haunting Their Asses

His eyes. Dark with lust that it reminded me... I could not help my own thoughts, they all ended up having the same hungry eyes. Those eyes that always undressed a woman even before their hands did, those eyes that held nothing but cold stare as they fantasize on how they were going to devour their preys. They all had the same dark eyes of lust. "D-David," I stuttered but it came out differently than expected.

Already his mind was working overtime, imagining all sorts of ghouls and long-legged beasties lurking unseen. Aiden looked to the ground. "Look," he whispered urgently. "I ought to..." He trailed off as a strange sensation tightened about his throat. 'No, no, no!' A gravelly voice rippled uncomfortably through him. 'I sense you have erred already. One more foolish folly and we will have more than words, puny one! Remember what I can offer, dreams or death!' "Ought to what?" Ash looked at him. "What's up?"

Their bodies trembled, their minds haunted by the knowledge of the retribution that awaited them. Haider's voice sliced through the air like a whip, his tone laced with menace. "Go ahead, flee if you dare," he taunted, his voice tinged with dark amusement. "But know this, your lives are forever tied to my whims. Running will only delay the inevitable." Sarah and Asad exchanged a fleeting glance, their instincts urging them to escape, to leave behind the clutches of this ruthless Mafia lord. But the paralyzing fear that gripped their hearts kept their bodies rooted to the spot, a testament to Haider's indomitable power.

He looked like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. "Karma is a bitch you know? But it serves you right. Ah how hard you kicked my ass it is still painful like bitch. Ouch". " If you do not help me I will turn your butts as red as monkey's butts by spanking you". "You can only do that if you are able to come down but by seeing your conditions you are not coming down anytime soon. So goodnight don't let the bedbugs bite. Oh sorry for bedbugs you have to be on bed but you are hanging in the air".

Havoc I'm draggin' ass on this hot night. We were prepared for moonshine to move tonight, thanks to the tip from Leighton and some other intel we picked up. Spoiler alert, it didn't. Instead we sat in the woods, sweating our balls off. Nothing happened and the heat zapped us all. I hate when a plan doesn't come together, and it's not very often that mine don't. Failure for me is a hard pill to swallow.

“When this gets us killed, I’m haunting your ass in the afterlife, you hear me?” “Then you’ll have plenty of company,” I shot back without slowing. “Because I’ll be right there with you.”

Horror washes over me when I see them both start running after me, before shifting into their freaking oversized wolves. Are they fucking serious?

"Damn you, Annabelle." As I continued my solitary journey, the shadows cast by the towering trees became more menacing. Each twist and turn in the road seemed to reveal hidden horrors, imaginary figures lurking just beyond my peripheral vision. My overactive imagination conjured images of malevolent entities hiding behind the gnarled trunks, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickened my pace, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness that enveloped me.

For then both drop their masks and find togetherness, happiness, serenity. I ain't barking mad, ma and dad, neither am I barking sad, but would you bar a king, or ba ba a RAM, especially a newborn lamb? I'm playin' is all, play yin and yang for a ball, for a Cinderella sole, for a sash of ash after the fire is cold. Know, I ain't barking mad - I'm mad for a lamb king though, not a lame king, not the kind that's all ear 'e-go again, making a black hole, not a black whole, not a Santa sack goal, but a Santa sack coal - no matter who die - to gamble with lives, to roll the die, to spin the chamber at the poor, for the poor know hearts are are real at least. No, I ain't no saint, but I can see t

Henry “A pain in my ass...” “A mate who’s a pain in your ass,” she said, looking around, “What is out here?” The Drifters—rogue groups of enchanted evildoers who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted—our land, our women, our goods.. “You know what’s out there,” I growled, still feeling her wrapped around my cock. I hadn’t the slightest clue she could feel so good. “Eh, what the fuck are you doing?”