روايات وقصص ضمن Incubus Black Heart Inertia

the two of them broke out laughing, the sound of them carried into the hall. By the time Lucy had dried and dressed it was 11:45, her nerves were firing hard within her, the anticipation of being with an Incubus was driving her Panther crazy with lust, Incubi are sexual creatures, they literally feed on sexual desire, everything about them has evolved to be seductive, from looks to the tone of their voice, even their pheromones are keyed to attract sexual partners, Lucy had let Valaria pick out her attire for the evening, if you can call it attire, a sheer negligee with a lace trim that cut low at the back and even lower at the front, it felt like wearing two strips of transparent fabric acr

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That bitch made me give up my mistresses and now, all I do is imagine the fucks, but I can't fuck anyone. "Mr Whitfield..." Cain followed me. "We should inform the police." "Mark Rogers is involved. He would take care of this." Mocking, I bring the engine if my to live and drove to the club. It's an experiment, and I am hoping it would work. "Welcome to INCUBUS." The hostess greeted me. "I have an appointment regarding membership," I said, looking at her exposed navel. "Before that, what would be your taste?" She purred.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

It was also revealed that the prenatal report she had once flaunted before me was fabricated. When Austin uncovered the truth, his revenge was chilling. He hired thugs to brutally assault her. In her despair, she chose a path of the most extreme retaliation. Carmen arranged a meeting with Austin on the company rooftop to negotiate. During their heated argument, they both fell off the building. The police ultimately ruled it an accident. Meanwhile, I was already looking toward a new hope. A tiny life was growing inside of me. Richard had become a full-time stay-at-home husband, caring for me with unwavering devotion.

“Aria, is money really that important? Would you die without it?!” Staring into his bloodshot eyes, I nodded. “You’re right. Without it, I would really die.” He pushed me away in rage. “Fine! Then, drink it all! Drink until you’re satisfied!” My whole body felt weighed down and heavy, as if I was tied to a boulder. The artificial heart in my chest seemed to have stopped beating. I smiled faintly, took a shallow breath, and grabbed another bottle to pour it down my throat. Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!”

Now, this black color in the whole mansion starts to scare me, I don't know why. Rather, I love black, but for the first time in my life I became afraid of black. But I collect myself and take a deep breath and then exhale a large sigh of sorrow. And now, I started wiggling, turned the fingers of my left hand and stood in front of the door and then I held the door knob and turned onto the left side slightly to open the door, and then a voice of the door opening appeared in all this silence.

Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity. Present, in a high-class apartment, the melodious classical music resounds. At the end of the most prominent corner is a creepy black rose branch. The strong smell of blood wafted in the air. At the end of the room, there is a body of a man lying under the desk in a very strange position. In his mouth was a black rose branch. The bloodstains were spreading from the wound on his chest to the floor. A deadly atmosphere filled the room with red, white, and black colors mixed with the melody of classical music. All of sudden, a quiet male voice interrupted the music."The cause of death is a wound in the heart. The murderer must hate th

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

Usually, I’m good at going from being myself to being the cold-hearted assassin everyone knows and fears, but this entire Grigoras mess has made me deviate from my normal routine in more ways than one and let’s be honest, Alec has definitely messed with my head and my vagina, though one I enjoyed more than the other. Right now I need to take the last few weeks and lock them away in the back of my mind and focus on being Blackheart. From the moment I step off this plane, I will be cold, emotionless, fearless, and capable of anything. Death is my bitch and she’s not coming for me this year.