Liv Morgan Hot の小説・ストーリー

“I know what’s running through that pretty head of yours, cher. Stop. I’m not going to hurt you.” “If Reggie is guilty, then…then anyone—you—could want me bleeding, dead…” Her voice sounded breathy, trembling. Morgan hated the fact that her voice shook. On TV, she was the sexy bleachedblonde show hostess, professional with a hint of a wild streak. It worked. Out on the middle of the Louisiana swamps, under Jack’s roof, she was a terrified natural redhead who hated this crappy, helpless feeling, hated being out of her element physically, mentally, environmentally…sexually.

Pearl replied, and Rebekah laughed, but it was short. Axel is still ghosting her, and it's not making sense anymore. Is he supposed to keep malice this long as a guy? Lizzy has been quiet, so Morgan peeked at her and saw her pressing her phone. There's a picture of a vibrator on the screen. "Are you going to order that? It's big! Will it fit inside you?" Morgan chirped. "Who knows? I like big things" Lizzy replied. "Damn!!!" Morgan shouted, and Lizzy rushed away.

The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully. “Well, look at that.” “So polite all of a sudden?” “When did you start calling me uncle, my dear nephew?” Liam's expression immediately darkened. Even though irritation flashed across his face, he still forced himself to remain polite. "So it's you, Mr. Morgan." Standing on the red carpet was none other than Marcus Morgan. Dressed in a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched his reputation, he looked dangerous, arrogant, and effortlessly charismatic. Naturally, Vanessa Vale was on his arm.

she says, her eyes darting around in awe. "I know, right." I take a sip of the wine. "Lira," a familiar voice calls behind me. A graceful smile spreads on my face as I turn towards Lucien. His arm is wrapped around Morgan, his mate. He is dressed in a dark fitted suit while Morgan is dressed in a blue dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes and mouth are wide open as he scans me. "You look..." He pauses and at the moment, I hear Rylan's words—'Crappy'—"... beautiful."

Is she alive or dead if she was dead, am sure Davis replaced me to her. Davis picked up his phone and dialled his life secretary number Morgan, get me two tickets to the cinema before the weekends, Sir? Morgan exclaimed pretending not to Understand what his boss meant. You heard me Davis said, am sorry sir who is it for? Davis clenc his fist his voice more hoarse who are you to question my orders I am just nervous am sorry. How do you want it for a lady in her early twenties is there any special thing you want to include Morgan asked.

"Oh I'm gonna cum," "Oh no you don't get to cum yet, you're gonna cum around my cock." He hissed, withdrawing his fingers quickly. Morgan said a quick prayer, hoping Lily would take a while before she arrived. He had to fuck that tight pussy or he would die of blue balls. "What? We can't fuck!" Tiana protested but remained bent over the counter, shuddering at the thought of her uncle, burying his cock inside her. Her pussy only grew wetter. "We can't?" Morgan chuckled, zipping down his trousers so he could free his turgid cock.

Landers suggested. “I already did,” Jace informed the man, who nodded in relief. “As for Ms. Ember,” Cedrick chimes in. “Liam and I discussed it and shared our information, and we decided to look into Mr. Morgan.” “My dad?” Emerald exclaimed. “Yes,” Liam said. “Why him?” “Because we learned that Mr. Morgan has liked her ever since.” “What??” “Ms. Ember used to work at Morgan Grocer. Because your mother is a real beauty, Mr. Morgan tried to rape her many times and succeeded once.”

Xavier froze, his hands moving to the back of his trousers. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Xavier Remus. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I want you to know that this pathetic excuse for a pack is surrounded by my men. They are not just some weak werewolves, they are lycans and with a snap of my finger, this place will burn…everything you’ve ever owned or possessed will come to naught. All I need is Morgan. He is already dead. What use do you have of him again”? Morgan stirred and groaned behind me. Even in his state, he still exhumed his alpha pheromones.

Nathan smirked. I’m really loving this Nathan guy, I think I could be friends with him. “So, Kimmy,” Morgan said. “What do you do for a living? Just curious because you honestly could be a model. I’d love to dress you.” I laughed, “How did you know I was a Kimmy?” “You’re too cool to have a stuffy name like Kimberley,” Morgan grinned from ear to ear. “I’m a dancer and singer,” I explained. “Off Broadway.”