Leatherface Novelas e Histórias

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama EIGHT VENDETTA I put on the black curvy dress that was actually an option after lot of thought and help with my gold heels and I brush my hair in a curvy length and apply some eye liner and a red lipsticks. After a little view at myself in the mirror I head out of my room and I met the girl Laura working on her system and her eye widened immediately she saw me.

Their bodies were ripped into two. " Who.. who are you...?" I stutter barely able to speak.Blinking in disbelief, to see the person's back still turned towards me. I see lower to find the person wearing a long knee-length leather coat with pants and combats. A shawl covering his face. Placing the katana back in its holder, tied to his waist. He sighs to turn around slowly. My heart stops when I see a pair of beautiful grey eyes looking back at me. His entire face is hidden.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

Her entire arm felt like someone has poured lave on it. “Scream little bitch ,scream more” jeered Scarface Thalia swept around and kicked him in the gut while the latter was busy mocking her and then grabbed the face of the one that was behind and embedded her claws in his face before sharply rising her knee and aimed it right at his crotch, once the latter buckled - she rushed past the dazed human.

Now the illegal fights were all he had left. They nicknamed him “Razor” because his teeth could cut through fur and flesh like butter. I remember the one time he brought me along, saying I needed to toughen up and learn to be a man. All eyes watched me that night. Corrupt, greedy eyes from out of the pits of Whitehaven's underworld. Those guys stayed beneath the radar of the leaders. They even managed to evade the clutches of the Alpha wolf, the five-century-old Lycan, Alec White. They were the type of criminals who could wipe you out in the blink of an eye and not even your own momma could sniff out where they buried your body.

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

She was glad though. Luca had these steel gray eyes, almost metallic and lethal, massively built, the tallest among all, with a caveman personality. He gave out those barbarian vibes. His hair was in a manly bun. His jaw was set, she had seen him twice or thrice, and every time his jaw was clenched, as if he was mad all the time. He noticed her staring, and she abruptly looked away, he was terrifying. His eyes screamed violence. As if looking at him a little longer, and he would pummel your face to nonsense.

The call of the underground fight club was irresistible. Without hesitation, I changed into my typical clothes for the night - a plain white t-shirt, jeans, a black leather jacket, and a black hat to conceal my identity. It was a transformation from Wyatt Lane, the business tycoon, to Hawk, the underground fighter, a metamorphosis that was becoming alarmingly routine.