Jojo Cursed Images Novels & Stories

Cum leaking from both. They stay inside me through the aftershocks. Hands stroking my sweat-soaked back. Voices low. “Good girl… such a perfect little stepsister… your fans are never going to forget this…” Knox reaches for the phone. Holds it up. Blows a kiss to the camera. “Subscribe for part two, babies. We own this pussy now.” He hits stop. I collapse between them. Cum leaking from both holes. Rope marks on my wrists. Clamp impressions on my nipples. My entire body humming.

I glanced around the room, searching for something I could use to break it because covering it felt pathetic. But as my hand closed around the cold plastic of the bedside alarm clock, a different idea clicked into place. “You’re going to fuck me and then disappear?” I scoffed, setting the clock back on the table. Fine. I’d show you exactly what you were missing, you stupid fuck with your nine-inch dick and your stupid god complex. The idea felt childish as I crossed back to the bed, but I didn’t give a fuck. I stared straight into the camera and slipped my nightgown over my head, letting it fall away until there was nothing left between me and the lens.

I clean up with the bath towel and walk into the room. My phone binges. Ignoring it, I pick up my body oil. Again, it beeps, but this time, it doesn't stop. I reach for it and open to see it’s from Jay. He’s delivered my photos. I randomly swipe, loving every angle and how good they turned out despite my lack of focus. The last photo leaves me speechless. It's the forbidden one we created in his studio. His sexy feet. My cum. My fucking pussy! I should feel scared in a ‘what if it leaks out’ way. Instead, the memories of earlier today hit me in hot flashes.

“We sat down on her couch and she told me the whole story. About 3 months before we were cursed, Josiah and a small handful from our pack kidnap her daughter and nephew. They were walking home from a middle school dance when Josiah snatched them. He sent a note to Skylar with some pictures. The pictures showed her daughter and nephew tied to chairs, gagged and her daughter’s clothes had been torn. The note read, ‘You do exactly as I say or you will never see your children again. I will be in touch and if you tell anyone I will send pieces of them home to you.’ Skylar and her sister went crazy. They told their coven, which was a mistake.” “The next day a package arrived. It contained her neph

He made her take a picture and send it to him six years ago, and if she knew this was what he planned on doing with it, she wouldn’t have sent it at all. She wanted to hide away in shame at the few pictures that followed, but she glanced at one and found him staring up at the pictures with pride. Some pictures scrolled, and she was with Darcy; in others, she was alone. The tenth picture was the first time she rocked the natural curls of her coarse afro hair. It wasn’t the best picture, and she face-palmed herself. She wished she could disappear. Her phone vibrated in her hand, and she brought it up to see a message from Jace.

commented Jazlyn after staring at the photo Ace Morin sent her. The photo of the man half topless and with the content of the message made Jazlyn shudder all over her body. From: Crazy Man I hope you have a nice day. From my body (Send a photo) "Seriously this man!"

Because she let other people convince her that big and black was ugly. She went back to school dressed in her most fly suede mini skirt and matching boots with her short hair styled like Anita Baker's. She grabbed the thug-boy between classes, pulling him behind a set of lockers and gave him a kiss; her very first. Afterwards, when she walked down the halls in her tight jeans and baby doll tops, rocking her UGZ and she got stares, Juicy no longer cared. Some maybe thought that she was too fat, some thought that she looked good, but it didn't matter. Juicy already understood everything at the age of sixteen; people will make you want to die. People will make you hate yourself; and you ca

I scroll down, looking for something, I don't know what but I'll know when I see it. I keep going down until I finally find it. It's a picture of Jace, shirtless, on a motorcycle, he has curly brown hair in this picture and he's smiling at the person behind the camera, Hot. The caption says LOML with a heart emoji, I tap on the only person she tagged in the picture, someone called Speedyrider81, the account seems to have been deleted. I keep scrolling, looking for another picture but all I find is the photograph Jace has on his wall but in black and white, she captioned this one as photographed by pretty lips.

I powered on the laptop and waited for it to boot up. I could hear the sound of the shower running in the background as I inserted the flash drive into the laptop. It held a single folder, devoid of any name, just a solitary directory. I clicked on it, revealing multiple videos of a single man—someone I despised with every fiber of my being. The man I've envisioned tearing limb from limb, relishing in his screams of agony as I inflict unspeakable torment upon him, over and over again in my twisted fantasies. It was Luciano Costello—the bastard who had caused us more pain and suffering than I could ever put into words.

Grace answered hesitantly, "Joseph, are you sure you want to see it?" Joseph added firmly, "Don't make me ask twice." After a brief pause, Grace replied, "Alright. I'll send them to you." Joseph quickly received a set of photographs. They were images of Cora during her business trip. Beside her was a man, and they seemed incredibly close. Unfortunately, every photo only captured the man's side profile.