Lanky Schmidt Novels & Stories

sisters help its been okay. He's also very determined to become stronger than Lilly, so they spare each other a lot. Sometimes in the house that ends up with something broken. I think it's awesome but Charlotte usually isn't very happy about it. And my youngest daughter Katie, she's so cute, just learned how to burp the alphabet. She's only 1 but she's growing fast. Just yesterday she wanted to climb on the courses with her siblings. They all look so much like Charlotte. Katie came out with red hair with freckles across her face and beautiful blue eyes. Lilly has red hair as well with bright green eyes and smooth pale skin. Well they all came out pretty pale. Nickolas however. Came out wit

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

"You gentlemen should seek an alternative target. I'm really not in the mood for this tonight." The lanky man in front of her, who she mentally dubbed "Lanky," whistled appreciatively. "Wow, even her voice is sexy, and look at that body; it's like a man's wet dream. Sorry, sweetheart, your mood doesn't matter for what we have in mind."

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

I reply. “Oh, that sucks.” Nancy says. “It’s part of being a future Alpha, so I understand.” Taylor says. “Yeah, that’s true.” I say and sigh. I miss him so much. “Shots anyone.” My brother says this and wiggles his eyebrows. “Yes.” We all say it in unison.

In that case, would he not be making bank if he worked as a courier or pizza boy? "Who are you?" Lanky Man was slowly backing away, clearly having sensed Frank atypical presence. Frank was at once amused. "To be honest, I've met many who had pride and ambition, thinking that they are peerless, only to prove themselves to be clowns. You're really the first one to realize you don't stand a chance!" Lanky Man glanced at the wounded Drunken Moon, growling cool, "So that's why she didn't care about anything I said—she had the protection of someone like you. Well, fine… I'll just have to muster my courage and bully you a little!"

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

Despite being rejected by Alyssa, Landon was furious when he saw her with another man. He continued, "He looks all polished with those glasses, but I bet he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. And why does he have that weird, powdery look on his face? Where's he from?" Jasper's gaze remained fixed on Alyssa as he explained with an icy tone, "He's Jameson Schmidt, the youngest son of Victor Schmidt from the Schmidt Group." "The Schmidts?" Landon was taken aback. "Why haven't I heard of this guy before?"

She blinked against the brightness, her eyes struggling after days in the dark. A group of men stood in a semi-circle. At the center was a tall, broad-shouldered man with weathered skin, gray-flecked hair tied back, and a wide grin that didn’t reach his sharp, calculating eyes. His coat was leather, his boots polished, and his presence commanded the attention of everyone around him. “So you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about,” he said, voice gravelly with a hint of amusement. Serena glared at him, straightening as much as her weakened body allowed.

I wish he can see and consider that I am only wearing a black lace leotard and a sexy see-through maxi skirt with a front slit and elastic waistband. The impact of his slap hurts my ass so badly but not making me wet between my thighs. I groan and swear that if he were straight, I would have strangled him, or better kick him where the sun doesn't shine. However, he's Lanzy, my super hot gay friend. Everyone here knows him as Lancaster, the broody bartender, and MC on special nights, but he's our bubbly Lanzy. So I don't mind him hitting me on the ass once and I know that he knows I don't like being hit there twice.