Liv Morgan And Alexa Bliss Novels & Stories

I was so flustered that I didn't realize my orgasm was coming until I found myself convulsing and moaning over Alex. He pushed me onto the bed, now him on top of me, moving in and out with more power, surprising me when my body tensed and shuddered once more. "Ah, shit” Alex fell on me a few seconds later out of breath and without strength "It's getting better and better...” I hugged him tight to me, unwilling to let him go so soon. "You have no idea how grateful I’m that you didn't jump off that cliff, Abbie,” he murmured against my shoulder after a while.

The kiss is gentle and sweet and I don't know how long it's been but I know that I don't want the kiss to end. And then it all hits me. I'm Alexa Parker, the girl whose best friend committed suicide. The girl who gave up everything and the girl who wanted to end her own life because she was hopeless and weak. I shouldn't be doing this–I shouldn't be kissing Blake because a boy like Blake doesn't deserve to be with a girl like me and he definitely doesn't deserve to take on all the baggage I came with. My eyes snap open and I push away from him, my breathing erratic and my heart thumping loudly in my chest as I stand up.

Their faces lit up when they caught sight of us. “You're back early,” Luke commented after the greetings. “What happened?” “Chris is back,” Clyde stated, dropping himself onto one of the couches. He patted on the spot next to himself. “Come sit here, Shan.” “You saw him? Was he alone?” Louis inquired. “He was with Alicia,” Clyde said in disgust. “That stupid bitch.” “She's a b!tch and he's an asshole. Quite a fitting couple.” Luke observed, looking at the television. A sports channel was on and he seemed to be enjoying the wrestling match between two skinny women.

Amelia whispered into his ear with all certainty that whatever happened after this, they would be okay. "Well, I don't want to die, so-" she said, but she was cut off by a moan as Grayson moved them over to the bed after hearing her answer. He growled like an animal as he grounded his hips against his mate's, feeling his restraint break slightly as he ripped of his shirt. His claws coming out slightly and ripped off every piece of clothing that they wore.

she asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I looked at her and nodded as I took the trays. Despite that, I couldn't stop thinking about what Morgan was planning. He wasn't like other guys, he would indeed make my life a fucking hell. *** From Morgan's point of view. Shit, shit, I didn't know what the hell was going on with me, what the hell was I going to do now? I had never felt like this before. Fuck, I kept running my body over her beautiful face. Lexa, she was the most fucking beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my fucking life, but that morning at the pool she was lovely.

My hair is restrained in a tight bun. "Excuse me" she says as she picks up the telephone to make a call. I nod in acknowledgement. A few minutes later, another woman is standing next to me, dressed in a black pencil skirt, a blue shirt and a black jacket. She has fiery red, short hair. "Hello, my name's Laura Morgan. I'm the head of Human Resources" she says with a professional smile. "Olivia Hart...how do you do?" I try to be equally professional by extending my hand which she holds firmly in a handshake.

she threatened Usher before swinging her finger toward Alex, “and I will personally make sure your future mate finds a better fucking guy.” Morgan snickered against my chest. I bit the inside of my cheek. Fuck, I wanted to record it too. But I was a King, and Kings were supposed to make intelligent diplomatic decisions. Getting myself added to Luna Allison's shit list on my mate's birthday didn't seem particularly intelligent. “Put your phones away,” Morgan ordered. Alex looked offended. “But, princess—” “Put. Them. Away.” Usher immediately lowered his. “Traitor,” Alex muttered.

The suspicion I carried home from the graveside is now confirmed by a woman I am holding captive, and the arc of my life has bent from a man protecting the family machinery toward a man who must decide whether to dismantle it with his own hands. I look at Serafina. She is still holding the candle. The flame has burned low, and the wax has pooled in the holder, and her hand is trembling now, a fine vibration I would not see if I were not standing this close. She is not a translator handing a client the worst document of his life. She is a co-conspirator. She has handed me the fuse, and she knows I will light it, and the intimacy that began in captivity eleven days ago now carries the weight o

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.

I can't believe my ears, the earth was dancing beneath my feet and I can't believe what my ears listened to. After ten years of no hope, after ten cursed years, ten years of longing and hopelessness, I stopped believing in God but little did I know he will return all my happiness, answer all unsaid prayers and bless me with the most beautiful blessing, my parents. "My parents, they are alive." "My Mom, Dad, my life, my happiness, he had returned it all." "Utter Bliss"..." Pure Blessing"