Kiana Kaslana Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Kas leans against my arm and pulls her legs to her chest to make herself comfortable. “And I heard a rumor that you guys are engaged now.” I wink at Delilah. “Oh yeah! I’m engaged.” Kas holds her hand in front of her face and looks at her purple diamond ring in awe. “Can you believe it? A few months ago, I was a slave. Now I’m a goddess and a Luna.” “A Luna Regent, Kas.” Delilah sits on the other side of her and pulls her long legs up to her chest, mimicking Kas’s posture. She leans against Kas with a happy sigh.

Reliving the nightmare of losing Caspian was just too much to bear. Killian slowly peeled himself away from Audrey’s hug and rolled from the bed. He tiptoed out of their room and he was about to go into his home office when he saw the door to Caspian’s room slightly ajar. Killian walked over and pushed the door further. He turned on the lights and saw the walls had been painted a soft pink color. There was also floral wallpaper on one side of the wall. Right in front of the wallpaper was a small wooden crib.

Augustus had already installed a lift inside her villa when she was taken away. Lisa took her into the lift and as they reached the third floor, Lisa's eyes opened wide when she saw the beautiful decorative walls. The wall was painted white with a beautiful light blue color pattern on it. It doesn't look like a wall paper. Lisa stared at the wall and as she touched it in curiosity Rheena Carlos told her.

"Is it true or not that you are doing alright there? I brought some garments." "I'm fine! I don't require it!" Stanlay's voice came muted from behind the entryway. "What?" After a snapshot of quietness, Stanlay emerged from the restroom with just a little towel folded over her sculpted physique. She has an athletic figure, etched however not solid. Her body was the indication of solidarity and excellence melded. I ran up my eyes over her long velvety legs then gazed upward. I never had an uncertainty that she was excellent, some way or another seeing her face obviously made me more drawn to her. She had heterochromia, one blue eye and one green, an extraordinariness even among wolves. Fair s

Kasa could almost physically see the smoke emanate from her nostrils. As she waited for her, hoping that Lily would calm down eventually, Kasa studied her features. In reality, Lily Vargas was a sight to behold. She had the famous hour glass figure. She was a thick woman. Her blonde hair was almost butt length. Her skin was very white, almost as white as Catori's. She was slightly taller than Kasa herself. Her green pinafore clung to her figure. The lady's body shape was enviable. In Kasa's mind, she was baffled that this same beauty was actually wanting to quarrel with her over a man.

Somehow looking like Edvard Munch's works. Jesse walked over to the mantel shelf beside the worn-out walnut brown couch. There were sorts of mementos, books, tchotchkes and cute little photo frames of K and her red-headed roommate. He removed his hands from his pockets to pick-up a photo of a dark-haired little girl riding a white and red merry-go-round horse, a huge smile on her face. Her cobalt blue eyes were just tiny little dots peeking through the slits of her eyes. The photo made him smile. Jesse looked around K's apartment. The wallpapers were a dark Prussian blue, printed with copper-colored zinnia flowers and wheat stalks. There were two bedrooms, a common bathroom, a compact kitche

Lalisa could only whisper her name. Before she could say anything more, Seren’s tall, slender form appeared behind Kieran. She wore only a tight-fitting white tank top and grey sweatpants, revealing a perfect set of abs and a well-defined chest. A sly smile played on her beautifully sculpted lips. Her dark brown eyes swept over Lalisa from head to toe, undisguised.

"When did mom get here?" Wira opened her eyes slowly, still looking sleepy. "Can you explain what this is?" Desi put down her cell phone, which showed a man and a woman smiling happily. "This is Riana," Wira replied quietly. "Yes. I know she's Riana, what I'm asking is why is Riana's picture the wallpaper on your phone?" Desi looked sharply at her son. "Is that what I think it is?" she continued.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.