Hooked Spicy Chapter List Novels & Stories

Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive. Then she took her first bite. Her eyes widened. She coughed once—politely—then harder. Tears sprang to her eyes. She grabbed her water glass, gulping it down, but the heat only spread. Her face turned red, then blotchy. She coughed again,louder this time. Some remnants in her mouth landed on my sweet daddy Ethan. She was choking. Ethan jumped up, concerned. “Claire? Are you okay?” She waved him off, gasping. “Too… spicy… I’m so sorry…”

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

lifting up until just the thick head stretched my hole, then slamming my ass back down, taking more and more with every drop. “Ahh….shit! It’s so fucking big…” I moaned loudly, voice cracking as the burn intensified. Every bounce sent a sharp, stinging heat through my ass, but I kept going, pushing through it. The pain started turning into this deep, full, nasty pleasure that made my eyes roll back. My pussy was drooling down my thighs, clit throbbing untouched.

Soft country music played from hidden speakers while orange flames crackled beautifully against the darkening sky. Workers served grilled seafood, tropical drinks and skewers, while we sat in a circle — mom focused on peeling some crayfish for her husband, Charlyn eating a skewer, Lucian barely taking a bite from his shrimp, and Jeanne repeatedly stealing food from everyone else’s plates shamelessly. “This shrimp tastes expensive,” she declared with a mouthful of shrimp. “Of course, it does. We’ve never had any cheap food.” Charlyn replied dryly. I sat beside Lucian near the fire trying very hard not to notice how close our knees were. I was trying but also failing terribly.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

The mark will be silver or white, and will glow a bit when the subject experiences strong emotion. The sensation accompanying the First Echo is often described as a howling in the blood, a pull toward others of similar power, and an overwhelming need to claim or be claimed. I stopped reading. My hand went to my chest, pressing against the place where I'd felt that strange pulling sensation for weeks, where something had ached every time I was near the brothers. Below the description, Rhea had written in her handwriting: Not a coincidence. Read the last chapter first. I flipped to the back of the book.

After ordering the props I needed, I turned off the screen. Tomorrow I'd be gone from Conrad Lennon's life exactly as planned. I turned around and suddenly found myself looking into his charming, smiling eyes. He'd waited outside long enough for the smell of nicotine to fade, then warmed up to the room temperature before carefully slipping his arms around me from behind. "Why are you still up?" he asked. Conrad's familiar warmth melted into mine. His arms should have been my refuge, but all I felt was a cold stab of bitterness in my chest.