Lovely But Lethal Mga Nobela at Kwento

When we collapsed to the bathroom floor, still connected, hearts racing like wild animals, I turned to him with a breathless grin. “That was…” “Necessary,” he said darkly, brushing hair from my cheek. “We killed a man tonight. It only makes sense to fuck like monsters.” And I—Lovia Diaz, the woman reborn in blood and pleasure smiled. Because he was right, and I never felt more alive.

Belle demanded the creature for an answer to which he replied with a sneer. “That stupid maid was useful. She was so easy to manipulate and kill—” Leon slammed the creature’s head to the ground again, spitting, “Disgusting.” He looked back at Belle, seeing how her eyes that were upset and worried seeing his violent action had turned cold. While Belle was gentle, it seemed her gentleness was also cruel. Her love for the people she cares were so much bigger that when her loved ones were hurt, her hatred could go as deep as a demon’s.

“Which method today? Poison? Blunt force trauma? Ooh, death by a thousand paper cuts?” “I was thinking strangulation,” I can feel my hands curling into fists just imagining it. “Watch his face turn purple, watch those cold eyes finally show some emotion, maybe film it for TikTok so other people can enjoy it too.” “Girl, he’d probably look hot even dying,” Lena says, popping an almond into her mouth. I hate that she’s right. Even in my murder fantasies I know he is annoyingly attractive. “I hate him, Lena, I hate his perfect hair and his stupid expensive suits and his complete lack of empathy and his—”

Jonathan said, and Hunter smiled proudly at his grandson. Jonathan clapped his hands to gain everyone's attention and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Excuse me ladies and gentleman. I am sorry to disturb you all but I have a news for you. May I have your attention please. I have some exciting news for everyone. It is about your loved calluage Lelia. I know you all must be think she is innocent lady. But it is not true. She is like a beautiful poisonous snake. You can admired it first beauty but when it will get chance it will bite you. That's why all beautiful things are not real.

A calamity wrapped in skin. She oozed an air of lethal confidence as she strode through the chaos, so unlike the trembling, broken bird I’d seen that night in the alley. This was her default setting; A proud, powerful predator. The Mortal Reaper. For some reason, that pompous, dangerous air she exuded was more aphrodisiac than any perfume. She looked the same as I remembered, yet infinitely more devastating. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was a moth, and she was the incinerating light.

Yes, I want you,' I muttered and stroked my chest with the tip of his other finger. "Are you sure?' Haru asked as he stood up and walked over to some packages, ripping them open as he looked at Leo. "Are the items I require here complete?' he inquired, and I couldn't stop staring at Haru and how beautiful he was, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. He took out some bottles and some lubricant. I assumed he already had some, so why was he using a new one? He tore the condom packets and placed them on his crotch.

For once he had found love and he wouldn't let it slip away so easily. Richard looks around as if scouring for a tool to break out of the cell and then he sights a stone, slim and shiny. ***********" My king someone seeks your presence," an armed man said, his voice threaded with fear. Fear of an unknown force. He knew how blood-thirsty Apollo was. His scared face spelling out inevitable death. It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement.

The lethality of seeing your precious baby, looking completely unguarded and vulnerable, wearing only a shirt… just in arms reach… in front of a large bed… as if asking to be pushed down and fucked thoroughly… Levi… …was a complete goner. ○|￣|_

"Ambrose, the knife was laced with poison." "What kind of poison?" Ambrose asked as an ominous feeling crept over him. Sure enough, he heard Joshua say in a heavy tone, "Deadly Love." Ambrose shuddered. "Deadly Love?"

she said dryly. Leonel nodded. “I like special things. Especially when they’re made by delicate hands… the kind that feel amazing against my skin.” Jeslyn rolled her eyes. “If you can’t handle spicy, say it now.” Leonel narrowed his eyes, then chuckled. “Why? Are you cooking with love… or revenge?” Jeslyn leaned on the counter, her stare sharp as knives. “More like stale love… and revenge that’s fresh from the oven.” Leonel paused, then placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “Ouch, my heart… But lucky for me, my heart’s like espresso. Dark, bitter… but addictive.”