Novelas y relatos de Mal X Ben

My voice was low and even, but the tension after thinking about Aspen was still there. "And what are you doing here, anyway?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing. "You're supposed to be lying low, not parading around the city like a ghost. Everyone thinks you're dead, Ben. And let me remind you, the feds and the Red Vipers are still gunning for you." But did I seriously think my brother gives a fuck about any of those? Benedetto didn't care about anything, not even his life.

Dominic’s gaze softened, then hardened again as if he couldn’t afford softness. Jaxon dropped a thin folder onto the counter. Photographs spilled out—grainy shots of Harper leaning across a table at a café. “She’s not working alone,” Dominic said, with a low voice but razor sharp. He tapped one of the pictures with a gloved finger. “This man. The face is shadowed, but I can feel who it is.” Jaxon leaned closer, brows drawn. “Caleb?” Dominic’s jaw flexed, muscles twitching as if the name itself burned. He didn’t confirm. Instead, he folded the photos with deliberate care, sliding them back into the folder.

Maxine watched me for a long moment before asking, “And your father? Does he know yet? Have you spoken to her about it?” The mention of him sent a cold wave through me. “Not yet,” I murmured. “But he will. And he won’t be happy. I saw him today. His anger was one that I could not describe, despite him not knowing about anything. He never wanted me to be anything more than a bargaining piece. He does not expect me to be fit for my part. I was his alliance, nothing more.” Maxine nodded slowly. “You were given to Xavier to secure peace between packs.”

', asked Max to himself, trying to figure out what he had done. Max was dealing with a problem of multiple personalities ever since he was small, except for Ben, all his other friends had the chance to meet with this part of Max. He had another personality in him than the normal him, which he called as Rex, Rex was quite a badass, whereas Max was the cool and good softie. It had a few happened months ago, Max and Jasmine got drafted to the same academy and rose through the ranks and became elites. (Each of the academies have different evaluation techniques)

I murmured. “You heard that,right?!Now,this should be the last time I see you with my wife.”Ben warned,taking hold of my hand. As we walked past Alonzo,I heard him say. “Maliyah,just what does he have on you?!Stop…” “You’re so pesky!”Ben barked and spun,punching Alonzo in the face. As Alonzo tried to hit back,Ben punched him again and he fell to the ground. “Fucking rat!”He cursed.

I like winter more than summer. I’m straight. His hand hesitated. He looked at the word. Straight. He tapped the pen against the desk. Once. Twice. Again. Then, almost angrily, he wrote: I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m— He scratched the last one out before he finished it. Tore a hole in the paper. His jaw clenched. He sat back in the chair and exhaled hard through his nose. Tried again.

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

Who the hell am I? Talia (online) — A married woman, no children. I play for just over a month every day, usually in the morning. But lately... I’m playing at night. RLC has become my big distraction to my loneliness... Now enough about me, who is Mr. X? Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X seems to be typing infinitely, or it was just my anxiety to know more about him...

Alliyah Agustin-Astley Dexter and Malix were seated in the front of the car while I watched them from behind, studying every expression as the city lights streaked past the windows. Malix was behind the wheel, animated and relentless, while Dexter sat stiffly beside him, hands clamped over his ears as if trying to shield himself from Malix’s ceaseless chatter. “And you know what she said? I smell like strawberries!” Malix exclaimed, laughter threading through his words. He was talking about the girl he’d met the other day. “They wouldn’t say that if they didn’t like you, right?”

“Back. Off. Xander. Or. I'll kill you.” The room instantly goes cold with silence, as members of both packs share uncertain glances at each other, but Xander simply chuckles like it’s all a game, his brown eyes glinting mischievously. “I meant no disrespect. Your mate is… captivating,” he says, smiling down at Sage.