Mad Dog Bl Novels & Stories

I didn't even know the address of where she lived and I typed the question before leaving her chat box to the second lady. Madison: Are you free right now, boo? I think the pin on my brassier caught on the door. I'm the only one home and I've been standing, trying to get it out but it won't budge. Can you come to help me? *Inserts puppy-eyed emoji* I chuckled at her ridiculous lie as I typed a response. Badboy Max: Only if you've got your pussy up to be eaten. I'm kidding. Expect me over in five.

All around me growls and snarls filled the night air as wolves engaged in battle, their teeth and claws sinking into one another as they fought to draw first blood. Verina was just getting her bearings again when I blasted her with another ball of energy. It seemed that these shots were more effective than the fire I’d been using earlier, and I appreciated the fact that she had shown me how to make one. This blast connected fully with the mage, blowing her hair backward as she shot across the yard, past the burning structure, into the trees on the other side of the yard. She disappeared into the darkness so that I couldn’t see her anymore, but I knew she was there. I knew she’d be back.

He saw a rich-looking beautiful kid girl running towards the dark alleyway while being chased by a Hybrid Mad Dog. That time, the town where they live was unrest from the attacks of these relentless creatures. They usually prowled the town and attacked their victims with their leagues. They usually appeared from sewers or canals, and also went through it to escape. Hybrid Mad Dog was at the rank C monster. They mostly attack their victim when they are with their group or if the victim is alone. Seeing the rich-looking girl running aimlessly towards the dark alleyway, Yman thought that if he managed to save this girl, her parents might be thankful and gave them food by saving their daughter.

“Where's he?!” The tiny, feminine voice of Madison takes me out of my spiralling mess. Taking a step forward, I try to close the space between us. “Mads—” “Take a step near me and I swear to the moon goddess, I'll murder you.” She threatens, glaring at me with red eyes. I gasp. Landon growls. I shake my head, “I'm sorry. It happened so fast. Th-the—” “I don't give two shits, Brooklyn!” Madison snaps, “you put the life of my mate in danger just because you need something. Gods, everything is all about you. How selfish can you be?!”

My fingers flexed against the armrest as I straightened slightly, letting the realization take hold. Dr. Marrick capped the stylus and set it aside. “The next step is to isolate the compounds fully,” he said. “Once we understand the formula, we’ll map the damage and build a corrective plan.” He met my gaze again, and his expression held a calm determination that reached through the fog sitting behind my ribs. “You’re not alone in this,” he added.

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

She turned to Arah, grinning with a glint of madness in her red eyes, her hand raised ominously, just as she had done before. Fear gripped Arah’s throat as she struggled to get a clear view of Mabel, now forced to stand in front of the podium, facing her. Mabel tried to run, but a bride’s sharp nail dug into the side of her neck, freezing her in place. Mabel trembled, tears streaming down her face, her eyes pleading silently with Arah. Their friends were screaming from the back, and as the vampire bride leaned in, baring her fangs, Arah’s vision blurred. She swept her hands through the air, a fierce blast of wind tearing through the space, scattering the puppet guards like leaves.

I got in, and Marc quickly took his place beside me. "How far is the dock?" I asked without looking at him. "Less than an hour," he replied quickly, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. "But we have to move now. Otherwise-" "I know," I cut in. "We won't let him get away." My eyes stared straight at the streets of Malaga, which were wet from the light rain. I leaned back slightly in the seat, letting the steering wheel of revenge move my body. There was no turning back. For Sergio, tonight was his last night.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha