Inosuke Novels & Stories

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

He stands stark naked in front of me. "Now kneel," he speaks with authority. I kneel and a hiss escapes me when he grips my hair once again into his fist and makes me face him. I peer at him. The grip on my hair is not painful after that. It is firm. And I swear on my life the view of him from here looks even better. He is standing in front of me like a Greek God. Not Apollo or Adonis but Zeus himself. He is looking so hot. His tanned abs are calling me like crazy. I won't mind licking every inch of him.

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

I grumble, then look back at the man…then he bows. “Apologies if I have offended you, Alpha Fenriz. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Kaen Asahi, and Umiko is my youngest sister,” he says with a slight Japanese accent, then smiles warmly at the woman in my arms. “A lot has happened since your beast put you under. Perhaps we can go to your office and, in detail, I will explain what has happened.” Well, fuck me.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

I chuckle at my words but snowbie just bark, as if telling me she like her new name. "You know, I think we can have a run one day, I'll let you meet Aleck!" I grinned cheekily and before I can say another word, our bedroom door burst open, revealing a very delicious hunky man, I start checking him out, from his perfect tan skin, his perfect eight pack abs! Seriously! who can maintain an eight pack abs?! Toriko,has ten pack! Toriko came from one of the anime I had watch before. I mentally smack myself back to my mate, his broad chest is all sweaty running down to his abs. I felt tongue on my face pulling me back to my trance, simply eye raping my mate, Snowbie get off of me as I look at me ma

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Nixon arches an eyebrow, chipping away at some wood he found, "You can tell?" Seth points to his hip, then motions to the Japanese man, Nixon nods in affirmation, "Yeah, I'm Japanese," The man shakes the katana on his hip, wearing a black military uniform with white lining, the symbol of a hawk on his right breast. "Tsukiyama Matsumoto," He bows, "Nice to meet you two." "Seth Alpheus Hunt." "Nixon Driver." "You two can call me Tsuki." He bows once again. Seth cracks his neck, "You speak good English, were you born here?"

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.