Incubus Black Heart Inertia Novels & Stories

“Why can't we go now? This would be the best time to burst in.” “If we burst in now? We will only make matters worse because we won't get all of them, their leader will not be around, and we need to catch all of them. but we will go in to night; tonight is their initiation night; they will all be present; they will be welcoming new members to the club tonight; it involves insertions on their backs and making them sniff cocaine.” “That is really terrible, officer. How come you know so much about them when you have never caught any of them?” Andy asked.

I heard Mrs Black say and I smiled a little doing more than a little victory dance in my head - let's see who will stop me now when the Blacks are involved. Returning my gaze to my unfinished plate I continued, closing my eyes savoring the taste but trying to prevent letting out an appreciative moan so I don't draw any attention. Then began talking business and from the little I heard Mr Black has handed over everything to his son but he still supervises once in a while. I saw Melissa lurking around him after he excused himself and it just began to annoy the crap out of me. "Why do you care?" my subconscious mocked and I just tried to ignore the feeling.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

"Okay, girls, time to live like the rich. Let's try out the boss's top-of-the-line robot." "Didn't expect him to be this obedient. Five hours of playing around and he still wasn't tired. Honestly addictive." The man on screen, ears flushed and clothes a mess, knelt on one knee. A black blindfold covered his eyes, and he let the woman trail a riding crop across his cheek. And that incubus mark glowing brighter on his neck, I'd traced it a thousand times in my own mind.

He turned to her and knew this was a make it or break it moment. He slipped out of his boxers, knowing that he was hard. He stepped in the water and sunk down out of view. She slipped out of her panties and then unlatched her bra clasps and let it slip off her to hit the floor. She saw him looking at her, and she got in the tub as well, facing him. He moved to the middle and had her sit on him without her riding him. His hardness was pressed in between them. He kissed her hard and held her against him as her hands roamed his back and found their place on his shoulders.

Crystal felt a hot liquid seeping down her forehead, causing her vision to blur as she struggled to comprehend the situation. In a matter of moments, the car crashed and flipped over, leaving them both disoriented and shaken. Crystal's mind raced as she tried to gather her thoughts, but her efforts were in vain. In the midst of her confusion, she saw five men, all dressed in black, rapidly approaching the car. Her heart racing, she watched in horror as they pulled Sara out of the car by her hair. Crystal's vision faded to black as she lost consciousness, unable to comprehend what was happening. Her last memory was the sight of the men in black, their faces obscured by the darkness, as they f

Demons corrupt humans by tapping into their minds, finding their deepest desires and translate it into sinful acts. Tears continued to flow on the human’s face. Damien grinned, Chris’ miserable state proves him how worth his five years of wait. Chris watched how the demon’s appearance changed before his eyes. The black fog that always surrounds the demon is as if being absorbed back to its body. Chris is too pre-occupied to be even amazed but he must admit to himself that he is curious with what is happening. It continued until the black fog finally reveals a man with strong features. Chris first noticed the demon’s eyes which are very dark, much like the fog that previously surrounds him.

Forced to carry a foreign heart so the structure could outlive her refusal. Truth moved upward through the foundation like a shockwave. The chamber screamed around us. I felt the hound lurch and slam against the failing second circle. Red light sprayed across the broken floor in frantic pulses. The thing wearing my face staggered, one cheek splitting open into black light as if the lie of its shape had finally become too much effort to maintain. The room could survive blood. It could survive grief. What it had never learned to survive was being understood. “Do not let it bond!” Elara’s voice ripped through the chamber above and the bond below at the same time. “If the black heart recognizes

the officiant prompted. I opened my mouth to speak the words I'd memorized, the promises that would seal my fate forever. The words felt heavy on my tongue, like swallowing stones. But as I drew breath to speak, the whisper came again. Stronger this time. Pain mixed with hope, desperation mixed with love. The voice of someone who refused to give up, even when giving up was the only sane choice. *I'm coming for you. Hold on. Please, just hold on.* "I, Lunara Blackthorne," I began, my voice clear and cold as winter wind, "take you, Silas Blackheart, as my...."

only to find our faces inches away OMG my heart is raising so bad right now..we were so lust into eachothers eyes and i felt like there is no going back to what is about to happen We were already so connected now..like never before He kept coming closer and gently..as something immediatly surrounded us like the forces in the Blackwhole (this is a dark circle found in space..with a luminous light within and very powerful forces in the middle of it..this forces are the most powerful forces in the universe)