I Shall Cuck Everyone Novels & Stories

she murmured, crouching down to place her palm over the maid's chest. A dark, swirling mist began to emanate from Lust's body, sinking into the maid's form. The air grew heavy, crackling with unholy energy as Lust's essence invaded the woman. The maid's body arched violently, her hands clawing at the ground, and her eyes snapped open—now glowing with an eerie, crimson hue. The transformation was complete.

That feels so good to hear. "Oh, I see... so, the girl who cheated on you is more important," Saint repeats, crossing his arms and nodding sarcastically, "You like to be cheated on, then? Is it like a kink, Birdie? I think that's called... being a cuck. When you share your woman with a better man." "Shut the fuck up," I growl. Every single word he said just clawed at my poor little ego some more, "Get out of here."

“Kenneth is going around the athletic center, telling everyone that you kidnapped his girl. He’s claiming you used Alpha compulsions to get her into your bed. The hockey team is divided, half the cheerleaders are crying because Lara is throwing a tantrum in the quad, and Mrs. Big Belly is threatening to have the Board of Regents investigate the 'moral character' of the VIP wing.” I leaned against the counter, closing my eyes. “I don’t care, Liam. Let them talk. Let Kenneth cry to whoever will listen. He’s a Beta who couldn't keep his mate’s loyalty. That’s his problem, not mine.”

Perhaps this once… just this once. So gently, like a slut that I am not, I threw my arm over his shoulder, kept my gaze locked on his, then said, “My pussy is dripping… do you want to check?” It was shameless, perhaps the most shameless thing I had ever said, but my judgment was clouded by alcohol, and the only thing I knew was that I wanted him in my pussy… his fingers, his cock, his tongue, anything. To fuck me hard until I was nothing but a trembling mess.

"Let us celebrate, everyone here should enjoy the fun, no one amongst us should be left aside, there are enough drinks, drugs, and the best part of it is that there are enough bitches," zoella said as the crowd burst into laughter. "Really? But I haven't seen any bad bitch yet, all I can see here, are flat asses and tight pussies." One of the vampires said, his name is, he is a very dangerous, fearless and wicked sadist, he can kill anybody at any time,

Marcus chirped from the side, but loud enough for the mic to pick up every word he vomited out. "Come on, Carter, be a man and tell the truth," Marcus pressed further, his hand slightly pushing Chloe aside. I let out a mocking laugh. For weeks she'd gone MIA; now I see why. She looked the same to anyone who didn't know her better, but Chloe's lips looked fuller; well, I'd say they looked a little more like mine now. Pathetic.

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

Still, because I had become used to the excruciating sensation of vervain, I chose to ignore that it was causing the skin on my hands to burn. I gave him a wink and replied, "That's for me to know and for you to never find out." This infuriates him even further since he quickly grabbed another book and began rereading it. "1775. Kurt Luke, accused of murder, was found dead by the creek. He was ripped to shreds. I've been to many different towns and heard stories about this. People are being murdered without any explanation. There is no evidence to support the case. They call it the Pearl. You never know who the victim is going to be, and you never know how they're going to die. One day, out

But my Daddy's dick is inside my asshole, Mommy," Sheila moaned, as her Dad began fucking her faster... and harder. "He's always preferred to do anal," Carol said, "even though my preference is in my pussy." "Which is why you've brought so many sluts home for me to ass fuck," Robert said, feeling such a rush from slamming into his daughter. "Are you a cuckquean, Mrs. Jansen?" Essence asked. "I don't know what that is," Sheila spoke up. "It's a wife who likes to watch her man fuck younger women," Essence explained. "I guess I am one," Carol admitted to Essence. "Except most cuckqueans are submissive to the other woman, while usually I only submit to my husband during those scenarios."

It crushes me, but it also makes me harder than I’ve ever been. Yes, I’m a cuckold. Shameless. Every time I replay those scenes in my head, I end up jerking off. Tonight she’s dressing for another party at Darius’s house. I’m packing the camera. I want to capture every second.