Hitler Skin Minecraft Novels & Stories

MATURE CONTENT!!! “You tricked me into putting a pup in you?” His voice was a low snarl, his thrust brutal enough to steal my air. “Then take it whore. Take all of it.” “Yes… oh, fuckk… yes!” I clawed at him my nails raking skin and my voice breaking on a moan I couldn’t bite back. *** Arielle has one dream in her life and that is to become a respected medical doctor in a pack that despises her. Branded the Bastard, blamed for every misfortune and rejected by the Alpha’s son as his mate, she’s cast out with nothing. But Arielle has a secret. By day, she’s the quiet girl studying her way out of hell. By night, she’s a high-priced masked stripper in the notorious Black Kayne Pack. And the night she’s rejected is the same night the Alpha himself requests her. Her ex mate’s father. One night changes everything. One mistake or maybe not a mistake at all. Now she carries his child and though he agrees to keep her until she gives birth, he swears to make her pay for crossing him. But neither of them expected the pull that was darker, deeper and more dangerous than any mating bond that refuses to let them go.

“Give me one year to win your heart, Lucius,” she pleads. “Just one year. And if at the end I fail… I’ll step down as Luna and let you take another woman in my place.” ********** In her past life, Violet’s husband Adrian pretended to love her for three years but only used her as a blood bank to save his true mate, ultimately taking her heart and ending her life. Reborn and wiser, Violet refuses to be anyone’s victim. This time, she’s choosing her own mate: Adrian’s half-brother, the untamed, dangerous Lucius. But their past is poisoned. Two years of rejection, hatred, and betrayal stand between them and Adrian is determined to make her suffer. So Violet stakes everything on a single, daring deal: one year to seduce Lucius, claim her place as Luna… or lose everything. Lucius agrees, convinced he can never want her but one brush of her skin, one lingering look, and one impossible kiss after another makes him question everything. With Adrian, the man who betrayed her once, still plotting her downfall and Lucius’s scheming concubine doing everything to claim him, can Violet survive?

I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves. "Don't waste my time, angel." He muttered gruffly, the depth of his well matured voice making every fibre of my being to tremble. "Bend over daddy's lap and receive your punishment, princess." "Y-yes daddy." For her he'd slaughter a nation and drag many to Hell. The Devil has had his eyes on Vanessa since he met the innocent, untainted angel. His Angel. He'd do anything to keep her, to feel her impeccable skin under his impure fingertips, to kiss and stain the luscious lips of an angel with sin and to ruin her innocence and carve his name into her soul. And she's not just about to resist him. When an innocent, naive, little angel mingles with the step-father from Hell.

She trusted him with the end of the world. He left her for dead in it. When the zombie apocalypse hits, Maya Rodriguez already knows who she's going to survive with — and who she's going to survive for. What she doesn't know is that her boyfriend has other plans. Ones that don't include her. Abandoned, alone, and furious in a world that has just ended, Maya finds herself with an unlikely companion: LUS, a rogue AI life coach who is equal parts infuriating and inexplicably useful, and who may know more about how the outbreak started than he's letting on. Surviving the apocalypse turns out to be the easy part. Because the world Maya's navigating isn't just full of the undead. It's full of engineered soldiers — wolves in human skin, built by the same government programme that unleashed the virus. It's full of men who want to protect her, want to use her, want to earn her, and want to be forgiven by her. And it's full of one specific slow burn she has categorically refused to name. She's not the woman she was before the world ended. She's considerably more dangerous. ***A post-apocalyptic romance about survival, betrayal, rogue AI, and the specific problem of falling in love when everything is already on fire.

The appointment of Susan Moore as the Broadcasting Channel's executive director has forced out the station's more valued news anchor, sparking heated discussions throughout Hayworth. Susan herself is standing before me right now. She wants to sell her jewelry. As the manager of a luxury boutique store, I'm here to inspect the goods. "These are pieces my partner commissioned for me. I have so many that I'm tired of them." One of them is a diamond-encrusted necklace, featuring a pigeon-blood ruby in the center, worth a few million. There are also several similar gifts on the table, with the crocodile skin bag the least eye-catching one. I smiled. "Your husband must really love you." I set about verifying the purchaser's ID and signature as part of a routine procedure. However, I freeze in place at the sight of the name. "I'm not his wife," she replied, bringing the coffee cup to her lips. "We're just each other's first loves. He said he missed out on 15 years of my life, so he gave me 15 gifts. Isn't that romantic?" It is romantic, indeed. However, it's my father's signature. For 30-plus years, I assumed that my father was a dull man who had never once surprised my mother.

"Whose child is this?" His voice was cold and icy, blood shot eyes drilling holes in her watery ones. Scared, she cowered back only for her back to met the wall. A sob of pure horror left her parched throat, her hands lifting up to shield her already bruised face. "I asked," He stepped dangerously closer to her, his hot breath fanning the back of her hands. His sandalwood scent which used to calm her nerves in past, today did nothing other than heightening her fear. "Whose." His rough hands yanked her soft ones from her face, before clasping her jaw tightly, his fingers digging in her bruised skin making her wince. "Child" He whispered deadly, leaning down till his stern lips were brushing over her quivering ones. Tears after tears dripped down her cheeks. "Is in your stomach?" His already tight hold had tightened in bruising manner, making her flinch hard. Her head began to spin in fright, darkness invading her vision. Her heart pleading for some miracle. That wasn't the first question, her husband was supposed to ask her on her wedding night.

She was moving closer in a suggestive manner, and it was obvious she was flirting. She asked, "What are you doing?" I replied, "Making you uncomfortable." It was clear that I was succeeding. I took a step back and asked, "What's happening? I just told you I hate you." "Yes, you did," she said, her fingers reaching out and grabbing my shirt, stopping me from backing away. "And that you want me, like I said when I arrived, even though you pretended you didn't hear me." "I'm confused," I responded. "It's simple," she replied, as she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips approached my ear and I could feel them on my skin as she whispered, "There are two things I want from a man. The first one is to be worshipped like a goddess." I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let her get to work on my belt as I went to work on her shorts. Pink panties. Bright pink. As pink as the thing inside them. "And the second one?" *** Read the filthy story between a teacher and his mischievous students as they attempt to entice him.

"So you admit to seducing me?" Elijah whispered against my neck. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His soft lips brushed against my neck, goosebumps began to coat my skin. I screwed my eyes shut and bit my lip. I sucked in a breath when his tongue touched my hot skin, slowly he caressed his tongue along my jawline then gently bit my earlobe. "Elijah." I moaned softly. "Yes." He responded in his deep soothing voice. "You're fiancé is outside." I replied, as I held his shoulders for balance. "She can wait." - 24-year-old Josephine, a carefree and creative woman who owns one of the best studios in New York. 27-year-old Elijah, stubborn but loving man. One of the best photographers in America engaged to a well known model. A secret affair occurs between them both as time passes they realise that they can't get enough of each other and there's a risk that one of them might catch feelings. Will they both come to the realization and end it or continue to fulfill their desires therefore the whole situation can be an endangerment to their careers?

“You should’ve stayed gone,” Damon growled, his claws flexing. “Whatever you’ve become, it doesn’t change the fact you were never meant to lead.” Kael smiled, slow and cruel, the glow of runes dancing beneath his skin. “And you were never meant to rule.” _ In the ruthless world of wolves, Kael was born with skin that marked him as different — cursed, whispered some, forgotten by the Moon, said others. Discriminated against and dismissed by his own pack, Kael's only ally was Damon, the wolf he helped rise to Alpha. But power changes wolves. Betrayed, humiliated, and cast out, Kael disappears into the wilds, where death was meant to claim him. Instead, a prophecy found him. With a heritage rooted in ancient magic and bloodlines long thought extinct, Kael is reborn as something new, something dangerous. When he returns, stronger and stranger than any wolf alive, the very pack that rejected him will be forced to kneel… or burn. But fate isn’t done with Kael yet. His greatest enemy still wants him close—and someone new may hold the key to his heart. The only problem? Kael was never meant to belong to anyone.

In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel. But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow. And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care. In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.