Jeff The Killer X Slenderman Lemon Novelas e Histórias

If only I was that stupid. People say that Jaxon Armstrong is the devil in disguise, because of the shitty deals he makes me with people and how he treats his guests. I say he is a gang leader who underestimates the power women have over him. Jason however intrudes my thoughts on his stupidity, "Are you going to answer my questions now or just talk to yourself out loud?" He crouches in front of me because I'm sitting on a chair, "Do you remember the date of the assassination?" I roll my eyes, "yes"

A burst of fuliginous laughter flared from Jett's throat, reaping bizarre looks from Arthur and Gray, caught off guard at the sight before them. Jett emerged from the floor, his shoulders vibrating along with his reflecting laughter, his eyes flickering between a bloody shade of red and a darker amber. The aura that shrouded him was sinister, deadly, his pheromone was poisonous, eerie, polluted. Jett's laughter succumbed and a smirk materialized on his lips. "You want to see pathetic, I will watch you pathetic!"

Jeff leaned against the tiny church kitchenette, the morning light catching the silver in his stubble as he fought a smile. "Maybe we should order in," he offered, diplomatically. Daniela brandished the charred bread like a weapon. "It's the toaster's fault." Lina pressed her small hands to her mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter. The sound was so unexpectedly joyful in this grim stone refuge that it made my chest ache. Jeff reached past me to grab the fire extinguisher—his forearm brushing my shoulder, warm and solid. The familiar citrus-and-gunpowder scent of him mixed with the burnt toast, creating something absurdly comforting.

He hits Salvatore square in the chest. Salvatore goes flying out of the way and he gets Slater in his grasp. He smiles dementedly as he squeezes the man's throat and starts to choke the light out of him. I grab his arms to stop him but it is useless. I can't get his hands to let the man go as his face starts to change colors. The brother that I know starts to fade before my eyes as I watch his soul start to darken. “Jefferson!!” Julia yells as she walks into the room. He seems to be in focus of the act of killing the man and hardly notices her.

She confessed wildly, "Jefferson, I beg you... I adore this ruin. Make me yours forever, even if it ends me." He withdrew his fingers, slick with her essence, and smeared them across her lips. "Taste your slut juice while I ream you. Beg for life? Only if you promise to be my personal cumhole." Thrusts accelerated, cock swelling, the gruesome slide turning her ass into a slick, ruined tunnel.

When she paused and looked up from Landon’s crotch and said with a smile, “You up for fucking me?” Landon didn’t say a word, his dim eyes already told her what she needed to know—he just took hold of her shoulders, guided her up from the bathroom floor, turned her around and bent her over. “Hell, yes,” he said as he slid his hard cock up to her entrance. This time, Jeffina didn’t need the ear syringe like she did before...she was dripping wet already and for added advantage, she’d slicked herself up with lube before everything just to be sure.

He lifted me to the mirror, spreading my p*u**y wide for me to see. You horny little slut don't be late and keep your p***y bear I like easy entrance with my slut . he left me hanging with my panties gone. author pov he left her hanging after making he c** on her self and he calls her names. hmmmm juicy guys know this there is going to be a lot of steamy stuff after the marriage and guys ride with Dennis and Ella to get on this journey don't miss any for it is just the beginning 😜👁️

he bellowed, taking a staggering step forward. But Liam was already smiling, already reaching into his coat. A small pouch. I didn’t recognize it. Jeffrey did. He froze, horror ripping through his expression. “Liam, don’t.” But his brother already had. He tore the pouch open and flung the powder into the air. A dark cloud exploded in front of Jeffrey. My throat tightened as the air shimmered with it. Jeffrey inhaled a fraction of it and choked, instantly collapsing to one knee. His claws retracted as bones cracked back into place..His wolf’s growl strangled mid-roar, dying painfully inside him.

"Just look at him. First spreading his legs for the boss, then for the clients. I just can't imagine what it's like being as slutty as he is!" "Are all homosexuals just like Brandon? Or is he just one of his kind? Tsk, he's such a shameless slut. He remained loyal and never said a word, even when Mr. Grayson treated him like shit and made him sleep with the clients! He must enjoy it, so he deserves this. Such a slut!" "He's the epitome of what it's like being a bootlicking lapdog." "Doesn't he have any self-respect? Even if he likes the boss that much, he should preserve some dignity!"

“Funny, huh? This house raised two sons… and one of them can just steal what belongs to the other without a shred of guilt.” Leonel shook his head slowly, trying to stay calm. “Jeslyn isn’t something you can steal, Jef.” BANG! Jefran slammed his palm against the wall. “Shut up! Don’t say her name right now!” he screamed, his voice cracking. “I can still smell her perfume on my shirt! I can still hear her voice in my head!” Leonel stayed standing, but his eyes began to glisten. “I never meant to hurt you.”