Madagascar 2 Gloria Novels & Stories

Gloria froze the moment she saw the woman clearly She wasn’t just anyone It was Maddy Grace, the hottest rising star, the woman plastered across billboards and movie posters, the kind of beauty that turned heads without trying “Hello, are you the new maid?” Maddy asked casually, shifting Lukas’s weight against her shoulder. Gloria didn’t respond For a few seconds, she couldn’t The scene in front of her blurred with something else, something buried deep in her memory. The scene before her was painfully and disgustingly familiar.

her tits popping out a little, she has blue bright eyes with toned skin, Her hair is brunette, silky and long enough I could wrap it around my fist. She couldn't be real, I tried to convince myself yet again she is standing right in front of me as amusement flashed in her eyes. I scanned her beautiful body up and down. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. I notice she has a tattoo on her left collar bone. It's shaped like a lion with a crown. So she's the leader of the Leoni d'Or. A smirk plastered across my face. Gabriella Sangriento, known as the mafia queen. She's beautiful but dangerous. She's going to be a challenge.

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

Gloria rose in a daze, staggering out, her honeysuckle pheromones shattered like stars, footsteps as light as treading on cotton. The maid nearly couldn't support her, worriedly calling, "Luna Gloria, are you alright?" Gloria's mind was blank. She walked briskly, claws subconsciously curling against her shoes. Her resolve to see Eugene had turned to loathing at the thought of ever seeing him again. Why hadn't he died in the Southern Border? Why had he returned alive, igniting hope only to crush it? Who had told him? Who? She climbed into her car, trembling violently. Her honeysuckle pheromones raged like a tempest, threatening to tear the carriage apart.

she retorted, sticking out her tongue. "What- I am not gay, you-" he paused as though he just realized she was teasing him. From his position, he neared Maria, pushing himself toward her till he was no farther than an inch from her. Maria was glued to the chair, scared to move or even breathe, anything she did ended with the inhalation of his entire scent, it filled her nose springing up unholy sensations from the right places, there was no pretending the tension wasn't there for them both.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Something growled louder as it ran past their left, they glanced there, but they didn't see anything. Amaria glanced again and saw a silhouette of a kid run towards her direction, it was the kid she met earlier, the kid appeared in front of her with a huge grin on his face then something huge from the fog ran towards the child, Amaria was quick enough to pull the child away. The daemon boar then tried to attack again, but Teresa stopped it by tying it down with huge wooden-stemmed vines she summoned. The daemon boar was massive, it had blackish fur with a red gemstone on its chest, long sharp bloody tusks, and bloodshot eyes.

Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can make anyone shit his pants with their skinless and huge ten meter tall and four meter wide bodies, and eyes like soccer balls that can turn around like a lizard starving looking for food, with jaws that can devoured a cow in one fell swoop, with fangs like spears hanging in their mouth hangry to stab something, anything that can move. Through one of those flickering lights, a dazed old man, he walks like drank fool after a miserable missed up day of bad luck , yellow sands f

*The Steele's Mansion* *Havilah city* Gloriella's eyes darted to the crystal wrist watch and her eyes widened in surprise, it was a coincidence, it had to be a coincidence. " How dare you call me a gorilla!, my name is Gloriella, a combination of Glory and Ella, you.. The words died on her lips when Draco's impaling gaze met hers " How dare you scream at her, if she calls you a gorilla, it simply means you're one " He bit out coldly