Leatherface Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

don't tell me they did something to her. My face was twisting in concerns thinking about Lexi and like a message the six feet freak comes forward, "she is okay" he replies in his hard foreign accent. I look up and for a second I thought it was Leonard cause of the height and build but this man can never be him, he looks like a street fighter who changed his job because of the pay. If it hadn't been for his black bouncer suit then he would definitely look like a hungry fighter, with tattoos and piercing all over his face resting inside a deadly metal cage waiting to beat the shit out of his opponent,

The image seared into my brain. Alpha Leander was bigger than life, chest so broad he filled what remained of the charred hallway. Sinewy muscles flexed and contracted with each ragged breath. Pitch black hair shined like mica even with the clinging dirt and falling bits of debris. A short, neatly trimmed 5 o'clock shadow, goatee and mustache framed the sharp-edged cleft of his jaw and emphasized his straight nose and high crested cheeks. His face was made up of angles, all hard and severe. And all man.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

I'd never seen a wolf shift for the first time before the full moon, but Charlie's wolf is as tough as she is. This little beaten and broken body of hers is strong enough to take it, or so I hope it is. My heart broke as I saw the condition my little mate was in, when Leah removed her pants. Charlie asked me not to look, but when Leah gasped, I couldn't help myself. Scars and burn marks littered her legs along with bruises, deep purple and yellowish ones showing their age. Bile rose in my throat as I saw deep cut marks shaped in letters on her butt cheeks, some other on her lower back spelling out the word slut. Pure rage boiling my blood at the 2 human's responsible for all this, Ceas

She opened the metal pin cemented into the floor to release the arm chains that held him flat to the floor and grunted as she pushed the large male onto his back. He was very tall and had to weigh at least two hundred sixty pounds or so. She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes.

Malphas’s scream was muffled by Dante’s growl—a purely animal sound that seemed to rise from the center of the earth. Helena, frozen at the entrance to the office, watched as Dante hurled Malphas against a stack of tires with such force that the metal structure behind them twisted. Three other mercenaries charged at Dante simultaneously, armed with chains and iron bars. The Alpha of the Leather Wolves didn’t even dodge. He took the impact of an iron bar on his shoulder and, showing no pain, grabbed the weapon, ripped it from the attacker’s hands, and used it to knock all three down with a single circular swing.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.