Novelas y relatos de Heat

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Them boys love them some Call of Duty. I was putting my cornbread in the oven when Aza ran into the kitchen. "Mommy, i was showing da-da the new toys you bought me. Can he stay and play tea time with me?" She asked innocently. She jumped in my arms and gave me a lil peck on my lips. "Of course Sweetie! He can stay as long as you like." I looked up at Damien and gave him a little smile. He reached out and gave my shoulder a squeeze.

Cheryl. I walked over to the counter to go pick up my phone but as soon as I touched my phone and held it was fried and caught on fire. I threw it in the sink and turned the water on watching smoke fill the whole kitchen quickly. "What the f*** was that!" I screamed out loud

He looked at me and his eyes narrowed. "Sugar, this the last warning" he says as he walks to me and leans down as he kept his hand on the either side of me and I lean back, to not touch him. "Never hide yourself in front of me" and his eyes held anger. I gulped. I slowly lowered my hands; his eyes didn't leave mine. "Good girl" and those 2 words did something to me. He got up and went to check the temperature of the water. "Also, you won't get pregnant anytime soon" and I looked at him

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

He asked as his eyes trailed what I was wearing. " I ....I....I'm seeing my menses" I said and he looked at me like I've lost it. " I'm not feeling fine Frederico ...my temperature is both hot and cold at the same time ....I...I..." " Seriosely ? He asked and burst out laughing immediately. TBC

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

He smiled at me and slipped the tray through a slot in the door. "How do I know that it's not poisoned?" I demanded as I eyed the sandwich. He smirked and pulled it back. He kept eye contact as he took a bite of it and then slid it through again. "Happy?" he asked as he rolled a bottle of water through. I checked the bottle's seal and for holes. Finding it all intact, I opened it and took a large gulp. Stuart grinned at me and nodded as I cautiously approached the sandwich and picked it up. I frowned when I spotted the ham on it and picked it off as Stuarts face turned into a frown as well. I put the ham back on the plate and nibbled on the sandwich.

~Luella I stumble down onto my hands and knees. Immediately I sense we are somewhere different to the last place Fate brought me. Somewhere with hard wood floors and a sweltering heat which hits me right away. Forcing myself to my feet, I shake my head, the residue power lingering in the air. I hate that ability that each immortal I have come across has access to, to leaves me with shuddering legs and a sick feeling in my stomach.

I can tell she is angry or worried about something, given how she is looking at the few children who are playing behind the store area we were currently at, I guess her anger was directed at the city. Who will blame her though? The children appearance says it all. Their thin shrivelled bodies move with such slow pace as one throws a pebble into a little hole the others must have made, the movement is almost painful. Another goes to inspect the throw, rubbing his flat chest that holds his ribs which are almost bulging out of his skin, as he moves with the same slow space as the others. As he advances, I steal my eyes away not wanting to feed my sight with the pain. "The sooner we make the tea