Lori Slayer Nude Novels & Stories

“She punctured my lungs first. Then she shifted and bolted.” Simple. Clean. I left out certain humiliating details, like the fact that she wrote ‘as.s’ and ‘brat’ across my back in blood. I only noticed that in the mirror before my shower. Yeah, real funny. “She shifted and clawed your lungs?” Dad raised a brow. “No, it was two separate incidents. She was on my shoulder first, caught me off guard by extending her claws all at once – punctured my lungs. Later, when I got her again, she shifted without warning and ran.”

Lily's brows drew together in confusion. For a second, she refused to believe what she'd just heard was what Richard said, because last she checked, the only person that had seen her body was William. And perhaps Aaron. But that was beside the point. The point here, was that she'd never been the type of girl to go around sending nude pictures, so how the fuck, was one trending now?! "My nude pictures?" She asked, wanting to clarify. She couldn't see Richard, but she could already tell that he was nodding. The sound of feverish typing against a keyboard followed his voice.

I considered the amount of money I was wiring to this strip club every month, knowing a good portion of it was getting laundered. I followed Cane down the corridor. He lifted the curtains, and I entered the booth. Lori knelt on the plush carpet before I had even sat down, her face eager to please. Her fingers worked my belt buckle with practiced speed, the leather sighing open. She didn’t speak, just leaned in and took my limp cock into her mouth, warm and wet. Her tongue swirled around the head, then dipped lower, sucking my balls with hollowed cheeks. I gripped the armrests, knuckles white, willing blood to surge where it hadn’t in years. She glanced up, eyes dark under false lashes, and b

"Claim you. Make you mine in a way that you wouldn't remember your own name, let alone his." My entire body froze at his words, but my cheeks flushed so hot I could feel the heat radiating off them, and I stared up at him with wide eyes because I couldn't tell if he was serious or if this was some kind of cruel joke designed to humiliate me further. "You're suggesting we... that you would..." "I'm suggesting we fuck, Lori." He said it plainly, and his mouth curved into a smirk which made my knees feel weak. "I'm suggesting I take you to my bed and remind your body that it's capable of feeling something other than pain and betrayal and grief."

Tricia shrieked,she tried to shift, her bones beginning to pop, but she was too slow and weak. I had turned on her, my vision a pulsing red. I didn’t see a sister. I saw a parasite. I turned swiftly towards Tricia who was stuck in shock staring at her mother struggling to breathe on spilt blood. I felt no pity. I immediately lunged at Tricia, swiping my claws across her chest, opening her from collarbone to hip, before plunging my claws into her chest. She tried to fight me off but I was too endowed with rage to allow her win this time.

"Enough, Mona! Lori apologized. Are you so determined to ruin her reputation?" He growled, "Enough, Mona! Lori apologized. You really gonna drag her name through the mud?" I bit my lip, pointing at the crimson stains pooling on the floor. My laugh was bitter, jagged. "Now you care about a girl's honor? Lori obliterated Gail's chastity and drove her to death. Doesn't that demand retribution?"

in the back of her mind, Lorie knew something wasn't right. Something flowery sprayed in her face as she sat up, making her cough. She choked and inhaled more of the sweet perfume, and a strange sensation began to creep through her body. Euphoria and arousal, her body felt tingly and she could feel herself growing wet and sensitive. Rough hands pulled down her sweats and underwear to massage her ass. Lorie glanced over her shoulder and with hazy eyes, she saw something monstrous standing behind her. Fear should have been her first reaction, but whatever had been sprayed in her face prevented her from feeling anything but euphoria. In the dim light of her lamp, the creature looked like a mas

he called back, trying to sound calm. But the hum grew louder. --- Midnight came. Sleep refused him. The garden called. He crept to the window and froze. There was Trina, by the fountain. Moonlight painted her skin pale silver as her dress rode high on her thighs, fabric gathered at her waist. One hand moved between her legs in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her moans filling the night. The other cupped her breast, squeezing gently, her head thrown back in abandon. Nickey’s breath caught. He should look away—he didn’t. He couldn’t.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

"You humiliated me in front of Rocco and made my life a living hell by reporting me to Luna." "I didn't ask you to slut your way into their beds. That was your choice. What are you blaming me for?" "Yes, I slutted my way to their beds. And I don't regret it. You wanna know why? Because I'll soon become the Luna of this Pack," She boasted, twirling slightly with pride. "What did you gain from ratting me out to Luna June? Nothing. Your mate is gonna marry me soon and you will remain his secret mistress/mate forever. No one's gonna know you're his real mate. It's a double loss for you, Killer."