Lefty X Molten Freddy Novels & Stories

He snaked his tongue out to lick his lower lip as he crawled towards me, looking at me like he wanted to eat me whole. “I do.” Gulping, I nodded. “I want your cute mouth on my dick, sucking it.” “Good boy.” He leaned forward and engulfed my dick with his hot, wet mouth. “Fuck!” I cussed out at the intense feeling. He slowly removed his mouth from my cock and licked the crown before he did the same to the body, all the while keeping his gaze locked with mine. Who would have thought the Ly who always acted so self-righteous would be such a lewd slut in my mind? He grinned, rubbing his fist up and down my dick while still keeping my gaze.

"The audacity to even mention that...betrothing my acting Luna to a minister. How do you think that sounds?" Freya gave him a pat. She said, "You are going to give me a headache," and scowled at Luna, who could understand her look. "I guess that's why you had to call me over at a time when I should be sleeping." "Are you a goddess? You have to leave this Pack!” Luna retorted. Freya got to her feet, balling her fist. "Do not push me anymore! Stop pushing me!" was all she could scream before twitching out of the room.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

Queen Fara collapsed by his side while a puddle of red liquid began to seep from his body. “Ah, who’s next?” Rhyland asked, ticking his finger from Queen Fara to his father who’s face couldn’t hold anymore shock even if he wished. Holding the heart in his other palm, he took his finger and ran it along the blood that dropped off of the fresh organ.

"You think I am insecure?" ​He walked around the table. I held my ground, though every instinct told me to run. ​He stopped inches from me. He didn't touch me. He just let his power wash over me, a tidal wave of dominance and heat. ​"I am the Lycan," he growled. "I fear no man. I fear no army. But I know rot when I smell it, Yara. And that man... he stinks of it." ​"He is my friend," I insisted, my voice shaking. "And I will not abandon him."

the supreme lycan said pointing towards the chamber where Frederick and Morgana were. “Hold it freak!” Frederick said running his sword through the head of a mutant lycan. Frederick and Morgana took them down fighting with anger and grief mixed between themselves as motivators. They both kept fighting until when the supreme lycan came in, in human form. “Stop!” he commanded and the mutant lycans who had pinned Frederick and Morgana to the wall stood still. “What did you do?” he added when he saw the body of Alessia immersed in the spirit waters.

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

Twenty-one years I'd begged these four men to love me, to finish this godforsaken System mission. Only when I drove a knife into my own chest did they finally see me. I woke in the Costa compound's top-floor med suite, my chest wrapped tight in bandages, every breath a searing tear. I knew instantly what happened: I was born with dextrocardia. My heart sits on the right side of my chest. I'd missed. Vincent sat beside me, dark circles under his eyes. He'd used the last of the Rossi family's three black-market cardiac ampoules on me

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.

the supreme lycan said pointing towards the chamber where Frederick and Morgana were. “Hold it freak!” Frederick said running his sword through the head of a mutant lycan. Frederick and Morgana took them down fighting with anger and grief mixed between themselves as motivators. They both kept fighting until when the supreme lycan came in, in human form. “Stop!” he commanded and the mutant lycans who had pinned Frederick and Morgana to the wall stood still. “What did you do?” he added when he saw the body of Alessia immersed in the spirit waters.