Novel & Cerita Les Miserables Fanfiction

She's amused by this, and surprisingly, I don't mind her knowing my feelings. "I swear I thought... he better not dare touch her!" The sound of her laughter fills the room. "Well, in that case, Sir will have to get used to it, Mr. Mazza, because they touch me all the time and whenever they can. ... You can't see, can you? ... Always blind to the truth. ... Can't you see that girl out there will be your redemption, Athos Mazza?" I take a deep breath and think about telling her what's going on inside my chest, but the door opens again, and the doctor passes through it afterward.

I felt pain explode across my cheek, and I tasted blood where my teeth had cut the inside of my mouth. I stood there, stunned, my hand rising slowly to touch my throbbing face. “You think the rules don’t apply to you?” Madame Thorne hissed, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her. “You think because the young master chose you that you’re special? You’re nothing but a criminal playing dress-up.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes. “Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear…”

"You even dumped me on the side of the road just to go after him. It rained heavily that night, and I walked all the way home in the rain for two hours. "Did you know how much I wished that you would suddenly just appear before me and tell me that you were wrong, and that you wouldn't go after Clyde anymore? But you never appeared. "All my love for you vanished completely on that rainy night you abandoned me, Mabel Landry." Tears streamed down Mabel's face. She looked at me pleadingly. "Dusty, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't control myself. I regret it so much now that I wish I could just die. I can't live without you…"

Mike stands there, his face a mixture of guilt and defiance, while Mabel avoids my gaze, her cheeks flushed with anger. "Is this who you want to date? A thug?" Mabel's voice quivers as she speaks through tears, addressing Mike with accusation. “She's so wild. Look at my face. They ruined my face." She breaks down into sobs. Mike's expression hardens as he turns to me, his tone resolute. "You need to leave, Desiree." "What?" I say, struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before me. This can't be happening. Not like this.

I loved Les Miserables. Blonde (I decided to call him Blonde) tried to hold back his laughter, but I could see his lips stretch. Was he laughing at me? Wait, had he smiled? He wanted to give me an award. He had accomplished a great feat. He tugged at me when the others began to move. Hunter and G were frowning at me. Didn't they come to the musical? What a pity. Irony. Goodness. I preferred to go with the built-in wardrobes.

Taken with the beauty of the woman's lovely rear end, the pretty mulatto girl bent over and kissed each cheek with a sense of envy for her anal impalement. Lafitte was standing behind Marcy now and most of the band was watching intently as his huge cock moved closer and closer to the human female's gaped anus. When he touched her quivering brown eye, his cock hesitated for only a split second and then he moved forward unable to delay his pleasure in possessing her tight back door immediately.

But suddenly, without warning, his rough hand closed around mine, halting me in my tracks. "Where are you hurrying off to at this very moment—" "bustling street, perhaps?" I replied, and I even laughed at my own words. "The danger looms over you like a dark cloud, threatening your safety at every turn. Come with me to my secluded estate—" "The very same location where you engaged in intimate relations with my sister and conspired together on this plan, is it not?" As I struggled to speak, my words stumbled and tripped over each other, leaving me feeling frustrated and embarrassed. The weight of my disappointment settled heavily on my heart, adding to the pain of my stutter.