Kristen Ashley Wild Man の小説・ストーリー

She forgot to utter a word because of embarrassment and his breathtaking handsomeness. On the other hand, Kyle's situation was no different from hers. As Ashlyn entered his room, he raised his face to look at her. First, he was only looking at her back, thinking about why she had come. Did she want something, or did she come mistakenly? But when she turned her face towards him, he found himself drowning. She looked heavenly gorgeous in that maroon night suit. Her wet hair was on one side of her shoulder, giving a view of her milky white neck. He remembered the moment of his towel falling, and instantly his boner stood up in desire. He twitched his eyebrows because he didn't want it to happen

She added viciously, trying to hurt him again. “ Everyone does. ” Tobias smiled sadly, not finding it in him to get angry at her. “ YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN! ” Amanda Ashford slammed her hand on the glass wall and got up, shouting at him furiously. “ I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD! ” Hysterically, her voice started to get higher which made the police officer standing by the door to rush inside.

Kelly asked as he looked at Maya. "See, I can make you never desire a woman in a heartbeat. Although you think that you have won, you have unfortunately messed with the wrong people. It is not too late for you to turn back if you still want to have some fun." Maya said. "In your dreams. Stop scaring me. What can you do about me? As for Ashton, you can forget about saving him. The place where I have imprisoned him is filled with mountain ash. You can't go in even if you wanted to." Kelly said.

"It is none of your business what I wear, you no longer care, and are not my boyfriend." "Because I broke up with you doesn't mean I don't care, Addie." He snaps and my insides melt, but is shortlived when the door opens and Cyprus comes out. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Lycanthrope - Alexandru Conri, and his cursed mate - Adaline Volkov, or shall I say, my ex-girlfriend." I am on guard, hatred flowing through me. "Ashley is pregnant, Asshole." I snap.

I was just the girl sitting in a cramped dorm room, the ceiling light buzzing weakly above me, wrapped in the same hoodie I’d thrown on after class. “Play it again,” I whispered, though no one was there to hear. My thumb trembled as I turned the volume up. The anchor’s voice poured from the tiny screen, calm but cruel, slicing through me with every word. “In a shocking press conference earlier today, billionaire heir Alexander Stone and finance Victoria Blackwell addressed the rumors of an alleged affair and pregnancy. Stone strongly denied the claims, calling them, quote, a desperate attempt at financial extortion.” The clip rolled, and there he was again ,Alex. My Alex.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

She shrieked, her hand scorched black. Her scheme had backfired. However, Wendy was not done. She brandished a USB drive like a weapon. "I've got a video of Chloe's betrayal right here! Time for everyone to see her for who she really is!" She dashed for the projector and jammed the USB in. The screen flickered to life. Sure enough, there was a couple on the bed. However, the woman was not me. It was Wendy, and the men kept changing. The room went from silent shock to roaring laughter.

Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. My body ached all over, especially my arm, where I had stabbed it. Once the grogginess lifted and my mind felt clearer, I pushed myself up to sit and checked if my bag was nearby. It was—placed neatly on the table beside the bed. I reached out and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw when I swiped up the lock screen was a social media post. WOW_SHOCKING: [Did Actress Antonette Madonna and CEO of Salvatore Corporation, Vercel Salvatore, break up?]

She tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold. “Let go of me!” she said, her heart pounding. The street was empty and dark, and the silence made it even more terrifying. The few people sleeping on the sidewalks didn’t even stir. The man’s smile widened. “Don’t make a scene, sweetheart. Just a little fun, yeah?” Kristen's heartbeat pounded in her ears as she acted on instinct. She bit down hard on the man’s hand, which made him yelp in pain, and then drove her knee straight into his groin.