Novelas y relatos de Lust Sans

"Katies POV" Jax called his Beta to bring his car, and so he could report the incident. We are sitting on a bench out on the sidewalk and I have no words. What the hell was that? I have never even been here before and there are already problems starting. Maybe I am not cut out to be their Luna, they seem to not like me already. I looked down at my shirt, the little breeze making me shiver. My shirt is ruined from the juice and the stain is probably never going to come out.

"What if I promise to just come out easily?" "I can't risk it, Luna. There's a lot at stake if I lose you. Please understand that" he replied holding the pill closer to me. "What's in it?" I questioned taking it out of his hand and looking a little closer. "Benophalein, Phenilezenathen, Rynerol, Sominex and umm... powdered Wolfsbane Cannabis," he replied. "That last one isn't available in drugstores." "Wolfsbane?!" I questioned.

He whispered and closed his eyes. Kinabukasan ... The whole dorm was noisy and Lucifer was sweating profusely while cleaning. Even though he was moving slowly, he didn't mind the pain in his arm. She wants her morning to be productive before entering Work. He found some Cannabis (Marijuana) in his drawer. "I don't need this." He said and collected it to throw away. "Even if I start over and over again, I will change." He promised and arranged the equipment. He just left his Tobacco and winashout all the wild leaves that would come with him.

Luis murmured to himself. Luis was supposed to be resting in his hospital bed. Local authorities rushed him to the hospital two days ago after his car crashed into the bar while he was under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Luis, like Lydia, had a rough and traumatic life, battling for his father's favor. He tried too hard to live up to his father's expectations as the only child, but he kept disappointing him because he always lost to his cousin and rival, Edward.

Alpha Hayes said losing up a leather cane on his waist. I was still feeling terrible pains in my back and shoulder after taking 98 latches of wipe from the fierce hand of Alpha Hayes. You would wonder why 98, yeah! It is 100 strokes but at 98 count Tristan ran into the office and held his Dad pleading on my behave. I didn't know anything else than to lay on the floor like a duck wailing for over 2hours. My back hurts, thanks to Tristan who had to help me stand after some hours and massage my back. Brooks achieved his goal I guess, he just wants to make me feel for no reason should I say because he finds me desirable to himself and didn't know how to make me understand it.

David replied sarcastically as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. “It’s noon,” I said. “The world is going tits up right now,” David replied as he went to the cupboard and got a glass, pouring the ruby red liquid into it. “I think I deserve a drink.” “David, I know this seems crazy…” “Seems is an understatement,” David replied. “More like is.” “I can feel it David,” I said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Feel what exactly?”David asked, sipping his wine. “She’s my mate. My Luna,” I replied, feeling a bit nervous even saying it out loud.

Pain shot through my head and chest. Then everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything except ringing in my ears. “Rhea? RHEA!” Nathan's voice was tinny and far away. “I'm…here.” My voice sounded weak. “I… I just crashed.” “What?! Where are you? Rhea, stay with me… where are you?” “I don't know. Side of the road. Trees. I…” The notification of battery low sounded. “My phone's dying.” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m calling for hel..”

His eyes were closed, and smoke escaped his lips, a lot blunt in his hands. “Lyla,” he breathed. “Hi,” I said, walking next to him. "I stared at the blunt a bit. “How does that taste?” “Like shit,” he replied. “You want to try?” I thought about it. “I don't think I should. Not with what's going on. I need a clear mind.” He peered down at me. “This helps me have a clear mind.” I shrugged. “I am still detoxing. Don't want to fuck that up.”

In her heart, Larissa wondered why Zayn was always so cautious. Zayn's tone turned serious. "Speak up, how much work are you dumping on me this time?" Larissa replied sheepishly, "Perhaps, maybe... several dozen pounds of work?" Zayn was speechless. "What kind of business have you gotten into now?" Larissa laughed awkwardly. "Hehe, just a small business. I've developed a hair loss treatment that's getting good feedback. I'm planning to commercialize it." Zayn's expression remained unchanged. "Block me. Unfollow me. We never met."

Thirty days ended at midnight. Luke stood in the middle of Argon’s private penthouse suite, still dressed in the sheer black lace maid lingerie from the final night. His body ached in the best and worst ways, thighs sore, hole tender and still faintly leaking from the endless breeding, skin marked with faint bruises and rope lines. The headpiece sat crooked in his hair now, a crooked little bow that somehow made him look even more ruined. Argon leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, whiskey glass in hand, watching him with those storm-gray eyes that no longer felt purely predatory. The silence between them stretched, thick and heavy.