Lesbian Daisy Chain Novels & Stories

Daisy questioned me, sounding angry. Then I turned to her, and smirked. “Misplaced priorities, entitlement mentality. That’s what is making you get things wrong. Anyway, let me set your mind straight for you, tonight. I am pregnant with a healthy baby, for Max, my husband. And you know, the moment I give birth, you will no longer be of any use. Even if Max finds it difficult to throw you out because of his good heart, the pack council would ensure he does that, as the rules have to be followed, especially by the leaders.” I said, without taking my eyes off her.

It wasn’t about sex. It was about control. I thought about the nights I had spent on the streets, the way men had used me, discarded me. I thought about my stepmother, about the way she had stripped me of my worth and turned me into a shadow of myself. And then I thought about what Selene had said Choice. For the first time, I had one. Damien raised his glass toward me from across the room, a silent question in his eyes. I lifted mine in return. If this was my rebirth, then so be it.

Demitri has barely left the room, we keep bringing people in we know are linked, hoping one of them mentions who the mole is, but none of them speak before he kills them. All week we have given Daisy clothes to wear. I have emailed her a list of jobs in the morning. Which she seems to be doing. I had something installed on her laptop, so I have seen everything she has done on it. Including looking up places that are known as a safe haven. I’ve seen her searching for places to live, everything. She is getting ready for when she can walk. “Ready?” I look up and see Marc. I don’t know if I am ready. I have no choice though.

I said softly, and then we kissed passionately. *** End of Chained to the Billionaire

Liz demand not aware to the expression of shock and confusion in the nervous Diane -0-0-0- Diane and Liz entered the Ballroom, she was mesmerized with around the Ballroom, Castle Ballroom typed two floors with stairs in the middle of the room, decorated with several chairs and round tables, the lights there shined like crystals, she had never visited Gala like this, maybe she also has not followed the trend, in fact this is America, no doubt the progress changes very fast happening

Daisy entered in time with the music. She was wearing a black leather harness top that cupped her breasts from below, pushing them up into dramatic, oiled cleavage. A matching black lace thong was all that covered her below. She had on fishnet stockings and tall, sharp heels. A spiked leather choker circled her throat. Her hair was in a messy, deliberate bun, tendrils framing her made-up face. She looked like a sin made flesh.

The words landed hard, like a punch to the gut. Executioner. The man who took down Broken Wolves executed orders swiftly, without hesitation. He was feared by most people around him. “No.” Eiren shook his head. “No, you can’t be” "The bond tells no lies." Kael stood up, then took a second key from his belt and used it to free Eiren's wrists. The chains fell, clanging loudly against the ground. you move with me." “My quarters.” Eiren’s stomach twisted. “I can’t. The elders said”

A hiss escaped my lips as the sharp sting hit me. “Beautiful,” She moaned, giving the chain a slight tug. Pain and pleasure shot through me in equal measure, making me bite my lips so hard I could taste blood. The woman pushed my panties to the side, slipping two fingers in, curling them just right while her thumb teased my swollen red clit. I gasped, arching against the restrains. She slid her fingers deeper, making my pussy juice drip all over the table. A whimper escaped my lips. I squirmed around, desperate for a release, but the cuffs held tight.

Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, and the jewel counters gleamed with treasures worth a fortune. The staff eagerly displayed jeweled necklaces and rare timepieces, but my mind drifted elsewhere. I still couldn't tell if I had made the right choice. But then I reminded myself—at the very least, Leonard would protect his Luna Queen instead of chaining her down like a servant. Just as I reached toward a pocket watch, the shop's door creaked open. A sharp, mocking voice split the air. "Gina, what are you doing here?" Sasha strolled in as if she owned the place. She clung to Timothy's arm, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

Outwardly, she was a beautiful young woman looking bold in her little peach dress and simple white pearl jewelry, her legs encased in black pumps with mid heels. Her caramel-colored hair neatly framed her face, emphasizing her oval-shaped face and big long-lashed eyes, the color of sapphire. Her eye makeup was of the smokey fashion but her lips were shiny with colorless lip-gloss. She would have worn red lipstick but she hated the stain it left on glass cups. It could be so messy and she was not ready to bother with wiping her lips or the stain with a serviette or something. On the table was her white envelope purse with thin silver chain hands and lying beside it was her phone.