Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

My other hand seized the supple flesh of her bottom as I crushed my mouth down onto hers. Her enchanting beauty is Heaven to my eyes, and unlike my Annabelle who tasted innocent and sweet on my lips, Leslie is dripping with the delectable honey of forbidden sins. I greedily want to lap up and consume every inch of her. To commit and become exhausted in abhorrent wickedness with each other.

Her lashes were darkened, and then Lovely opened her eyes when the beautician spoke. ‘Porpora...’ Lovely did not know that word, but as the beautician pushed up a lipstick Lovely managed, without translation, to work out what it meant. Crimson. ‘No.’ Lovely shook her head and insisted on a more neutral shade. Oh, Lovely wanted to be back in her cocoon—she was a very unwilling butterfly indeed—but she did buy the lipstick, and on her way back to the hotel she stopped at the boutique and bought the red dress. And then she entered the complex world of sexy shoes.

It’s sole purpose was her, everything she wanted, even that she had not imagined yet. I filled the bathtub then came back to help peel the clothes off her body. They were hiding her luscious curves that had me hard from one look. The feel of her skin, her scent, even her breath had my dick and I on life support. Her smile, a vixen of a thing. Touching her was a privilege for me. Staring at her was an honor and loving her was a blessing. Lethu helped me undress and it took everything in me not to grab and give her a good shake as I screamed how much I loved her. I loved her. I LOVED her! I was crazy about her. I was drowning and I loved how sweet it was.

asked Solomon. “The arrow, it’s poison…” Lily swallowed hard. “Poison. Well, we both know that." "Well, not that kind of poison." "Then what kind of poison?" asked Solomon, curiously. Lily thought whoever did this was cruel. They wanted the person to die from the painful wound and also die from the need of pleasure. “Aphrodisiac.” “What?” exclaimed Solomon.

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.

She was naturally so beautiful that she didn’t require any makeup to look attractive. Scott loved her for her and he hated me for me. I would never replace Maura, nor did I was intending to be like her. What Scott didn’t know was that she was a real bitch. He had never believed me and I knew he would never… He loved her so blindly that he believed her every lie. I hated him because he loved her so much, but I despised him because he believed I was wrong. I had been wrong at some point, but I had never hurt innocent people. I used Samuel to get Scott, but who knows, I would get used by him.

"That's quite a torture for Jobel during the time when he was just enduring the toxicity of Daveryl. Jaime said. "Yeah, I felt guilty for him but since he also accidentally killed the two innocents souls, of course I can't side with him with that." Love is like Oleander flower, it's beautiful but it can kill you. So sometimes, know how to handle that beautiful love in your hand, don't allow yourself to be empowered by it or it'll bring you to hell of losing even yourself.

|His lust and her love| Aurora was at the top of her building, it was a place where people can stawy away from all the chaos and it was replaced by the serenity of nature. She had decorated each and every corner of this rooftop, smells of these beautiful flowers filled the entire air, the scenery of colorful roses, and lilies transformed the rooftop into into a hypnotic and tranquil haven.

As long as nothing triggers me off, I should be ok. Last year, just before we broke up for the holiday, a group of boys had the audacity to make some lewd marks about my twin Kataleya. The thing is, I may get around and be ok to send my nudes or whatever, but Kataleya is the opposite of me, where I’m dark, dangerous and don’t give a fuck. Kataleya is light, pure, and she’s sensitive. I had lost my shit and my Lycan had taken control… and I almost killed one of them…

I let him know that there isn’t much there but he insists. We make our way back to the dorm in record time, my salad still uneaten. He starts to snoop around my room as I open my lunch on my bed and begin to eat. He paws through my trash and finds the black rose. He sniffs it and pulls away disgusted, asking me if I have ever heard of halothane. “It’s an anesthetic, like chloroform,” he tells me “I bet you felt awful when it was in your system, it’s banned in the U.S.”