Novel & Cerita Loid Forger Fanart

All the ladies went off and asked the artists to apply Heena on their hands. The mehandi was being applied on my hands feet. All my friends Noopur and Prachi were here with me. It was a very beautiful and intricate design. The Mehandi designer asked the name of the groom and I blushed. Noopur told her but then all the girls started teasing me that I was not even taking his name now... The artist wrote his name very artistically, it was hidden well yet it could be read easily. " Hmmm don't let him even touch you till he finds his name in your hands. " Sandhya teased.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com

“So let me do it.” “I don’t want you to,” Liam said, his voice breaking as if he would cry “Don’t do anything you don't want to for my sake, it isn't worth it.” Ren’s voice was soft but firm. “I’ll still do it, I'm doing it for mistake and also your sake, besides it's not a bad deal, I don't need to do anything, I just need to pretend to be someone's lover and even if you don’t want me to, I'll still do it”

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“You’ll definitely love it and oh.. I’ll have Chris drooling over your new Victoria secret lingerie." “Amy!” “What?” Amy asked innocently, jogging into the house with her luggage behind her.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

I began to thrust the fake cock in and out of me, slowly at first, but increased my pace as I began to enjoy it. I moaned and thrashed on the bed when my orgasm came. I pulled the fake cock out of my pussy and took it in my mouth. I always do this in my room when horny. Pleasuring myself when there was no Mason around. The pink dildo was a gift from Mason when I turned 18. He had said to me on that day, “Here’s a beautiful gift for a beautiful girl. I got this for you to stretch that tight cunt and not suffer my poor cock. I need you to use it whenever I’m not at home”

Burning from the inside out. His voice was still in my ear. His warning still clawed at my chest. It took me back—to when I’d been stupidly in love with him. And I hated myself for it. "I don’t want to forget the flushed look on your face right now, Lyra. I want to draw it on my heart forever, reminding me of this night." Those words would haunt me for the rest of my life. A promise I never asked for—one I couldn't forget, no matter how much I wanted to.

A hand reaching for mine. "I remember music," I whispered. "And someone's eyes. Green, like forest shadows." The elderly woman smiled knowingly. "That would be Costa. His eyes were famous throughout the old kingdoms." A younger attendant approached with a small device that pulsed with gentle light. "My lady, this will help ease your transition. May I?" I nodded weakly, and she pressed it against my temple. Warmth spread through my mind, and suddenly images began to flow more clearly—not memories exactly, but something adjacent to them.

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