Hot Dora Novels & Stories

"Just the way she handled Anastasia at the kitchen,she must be pretty strong and hard to get ,but I guess she would fit in so perfect we'll'She had said,in assurance while tapping me on the back . Dora had always be my greatest supporter in the pack , despite everything she was made to go through by my father ,she had never for once left my side. She is always here when ever I needed her help and knowing she would do anything to protect Tendra gave me a little tips of hope . "Thank you Dora "I said with my thankful glare on her ,all she does was smile and the started staring at the sky happily. "It's been long we had a chit chat !"she exclaimed happily. "Wanna have a drink with me at the bal

•.•Skylar•.• It was loud. Really loud in here, and there were quite a lot of people dancing to the disco music playing in the background. I scrunched my nose as Harper took my hand, staring at me. “Come on,” she grinned, tugging at my hand and leading me through the dozens of bodies splurred everywhere. At a corner, red plastic cups were lined up, and people around them were cheering quite loudly while tossing a small ball. Aside from the people dancing and the ones… drinking? Some were seated and—oh God—they were making out. A lot of them.

Hurai complained in an extremely low tone, trying to make only Darun hear her, but she was almost confident that she couldn’t stop the rest from expanding their senses to hear what she said if they wanted to. “I can’t help but agree with you. It's sad cause I feel like this new palace might even be more boring for us ladies,” Dora sighed all the way from the left side of the rectangular table where she sat, not caring that her responding to what Hurai said made her eavesdropping very obvious. She could already feel Fera glaring at her for daring to speak to her sister but Dora didn’t care and simply ignored her, not even shifting her gaze toward her. She hated the way she had watched her tre

“It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.” God! I already know he is hot. I don’t need her affirmative statements to encourage my nasty thoughts. “Seriously, tell me. What’s stopping you?” “He is a hockey player..” She spits her drink. “WHAT?” “and he is friends with West.” Her mouth goes slack. “Damn!! He is… forbidden…” “Yeah exactly.” She thinks for a while, then gives me an evil smile. I know crap is about to fall out of her mouth. “You could sleep with him… you know! Just to get back at West!”

When the worst of the tears finally slowed, I pulled back just enough to look at her. “What... what is your name?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Dora," she said gently, brushing a tear from my cheek with her thumb. "My name is Dora." She reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a small glass vial filled with golden oil. “Apply this to your back and between your legs before you go to him tonight," she said. "It will ease the pain. Make it hurt less when he... when he takes you."

Her house isn't visible to those who don't know it unless you stumble upon her house by chance. "How is the investigation going?" I inquire. "Well, I have asked Dora to keep an eye on them." I look at him, confused about who he is talking about. "Who is Dora?" I cue the obvious. "Dora is Mama Sandra's daughter," I look at him, still confused, "Dora, you know? The kid with purple and orange hair. The one who,-"

He traced the path again and again before stopping to circle the hot bud of her clit. "Bend your knees, Zoe." His voice was hoarse with restrained lust. "Spread those beautiful thighs wide for me. Let me see all of you." She did, letting her legs fall wide apart. The day before when she had her spa treatment she'd gotten a fresh bikini wax job, so her cunt would be bare except for a neat little line on either side of her slit. Brad slid two fingers inside her hot channel, curving them slightly to find her sweet spot. Clamping his lips onto her clit he pulled and sucked as his fingers stroked her inside.

The warmth seeped into her muscles, relaxing her and washing away any remaining tension. As she stood there, she felt a gentle touch on her back. A soft sponge was rubbing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Nicole's eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head to see Gage standing behind her, a sponge in his hand and a gentle smile on his face.

She had a point there. “But that’s not how I see her,” I said. “Maybe you should let her know that,” Adara said. “Telling someone that they matter is one thing, showing it to them is quite another.” “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Adara gave me a smile. “You have to find the right balance between hot and cold and go shoot a tree or something, because that look in your eyes…it’s scary sometimes.” “Thanks,” I said and stood up.

she murmured. There was something strange in her tone. Something layered. Then suddenly— Her hand slipped slightly against the desk. Her body swayed. “Ah—” She stumbled. Lucien didn’t move. But I did. “Ma’am—” Before I could reach her, a bodyguard rushed forward from behind and caught her. Maricel clutched her chest lightly, her breathing uneven. “I’m sorry,” she whispered weakly. “I suddenly felt dizzy…” The shift was instant.