Is Shatter Me Spicy Novels & Stories

The tension that's been building inside me for years finally Went beyond its cap. Under the spark of fury, I raised the plate in my hand and smashed it down onto Freya's head. The sound of shattering porcelain echoes through the air as Freya lets out a shrill scream. Gravy drips down her excessively styled hair, a spicy scent filling the space around us. "You b*tch!" Freya shrieks, blinking furiously as she pants the spicy gravy burns her eyes. She stumbles backward, her hands flailing all over.

he said, leaning back in his chair. I forced myself to stay still. To pretend that this was the moment I had wanted. Damien reached for his whiskey again, taking a slow sip before fixing me with an approving look. “And how did it feel?” The question sent a shiver down my spine. I forced myself to answer. “Necessary.” Damien grinned. “That’s my girl.” My stomach churned at the words, but I kept my face blank. This was the first step. I had convinced him.

I hate my pathetic life. God, what the fuck did I ever do to you? One might think it's all just glitz, glam, money, and hot guys as the princess of the Marino mafia but oh can they ever be so wrong. I usually blow off some steam by keeping my winning streak at street races, going to underground fights, visiting the shooting range, eating skittles or hot Cheeto's, completing missions, taking out kills, you get the idea. And right now, I need my get away. And that's where my friends come in. This get away is more of a toxins related one.

"That sent a shiver down my spine. I think the spiced meat last time made me forget about your poor taste in foods." "Speaking of which, have you recovered?" "Adequately." Her lids lowered for a moment, and she swallowed, feeling her body relax into the mattress. "I plan to get better. A little practise, and I'd be drinking hot sauce out of the bottle." "Practice?" "Mmhmm. I wouldn't let anyone best me when it comes to spicy food. I used to be good at eating those. So, I'll ease myself into it and then take it a step further."

That insane . "Angela are you crazy" I said to her tying to collect it from her hand before another person sees it . My cheek burn in embarrassment as the taught of wearing that in front of Mr DiCaprio and seeing his face. I have never worn anything like this before in front of my past boyfriends talk more of going further than sharing innocent kisses . "Samantha stop being a baby. You are a beautiful twenty three years old women and his high time you display this beautiful body of yours and drive a man insane." She said trying to boast my ego.

I let out a moan, arching my hips even higher, I could die from not having him right now. "What are you doing?" I asked him when he brought his lips to my temple. "Tasting you" he replied calmly, without waiting for my response he pulled my pant and brought his mouth to my private area working wonders with his lips and fingers. The feeling was different, I felt I was going to explode. I have never felt this good, every single muscle in my body tensed up. My head was spinning and I seems to have lost control as I screamed. My body shuddered as I felt powerless and I held unto him.

I come hard, screaming into the pillow, body shaking, the cut slipping off almost entirely. I collapse, panting, chest heaving, the cut hanging off one shoulder like a trophy. I stare into the camera, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, still trembling from the aftershocks. “Still with me, boys?” I breathe, voice raw and wrecked. “Because I’m not done.” The chat explodes. BigDaddy69: $50 – KEEP GOING DarkHorseX: $30 – don’t stop NightRider88: $75 – private with me NOW

addictive. Sherry’s eyes darkened when she realized he had no intentions of letting her go. “I warned you,” she sighed as she slammed her wine glass on the wall. Before Vincent could react to the sound of glass shattering, felt a sharp kick on his crotch area. The pain instantly made him howl, loosening his hold on Sherry.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.