Mar Rojo Novels & Stories

Both came in this position. "Ten o'clock blowjob," Red said as they left. Rob was pretty tired as ten neared. He had showered after all the day's activity and was lying on his bed thinking about the day. 69 was going to be a big part of his sexual activities. They had saved the best for last. At ten Marta came in alone. This evening, she looked like she had stepped out of a Harry Potter movie with the floor length brown robe she was wearing. "Where's your wand?" he asked.

“I want pressure. I want mistakes. And I want them to be able to feel the fear of being trapped.” “And what do you gain from this?” he asked carefully. “You do realize that the rogues play their games according to what they want, they don’t really tend to know what being tamed is for later, and they wouldn’t know what the word control actually means, nor do they know what the word stop means if they were ordered to.” I turned to face him, my smile cold and precise. “I start by destroying Marcel.” I said calmly. “I don’t aim for them to stop if they start with the others anyway.”

Maggie was holding me tight, her expression terrifyingly dark. Her arm had caught some of the spray when she grabbed me. The sleeve of her blazer was already burned through in several places, the fabric edged in black. "You're hurt!" I took her hand, my chest aching, but she shook her head. Her eyes never left Corbin. "I'm fine." Her voice could have frozen the room. "Him, on the other hand…" The officers had Corbin pinned to the ground. He thrashed and writhed, glaring at me with pure venom. "Gage! Don't think you've won! Senna won't stop until you're finished!"

“Marco, I’m so sorry. They told me you Bronx had you arrested. I didn’t think he would throw you in the dungeon!” I blink away fresh tears from my eyes and look up at him. “I should have never gotten you or Delilah involved in my plans.” “No llores, amiga.” He pats the side of my face and wipes the tears from my eyes, but then looks at me with concern. “Que? Noooo… Musu, qué es? Mi Diosa! Quién robó tus colores? [What? Noooo… Musu, what is this? My Goddess! Who stole your colors?”

He suddenly grabbed Rose’s hand and says evilly. “You don’t know who I am, it’s better to follow me silently, I am Bruno Lowell son of Andrea Lowell no girl is brave enough to reject me, you must be gratified that I like you at the first sight otherwise, girls are dying in Duluth City just for my one glance.” Rose once again spares him a glare from top to tail a handsome-looking guy is not such handsome that Rose should be thankful after swept her gaze on him from top to bottom it stopped on his hand which holding her wrist on which was she holding the glass of red wine.

Rodrigo walked into the church, followed by his dad and Deigo. The church was tastefully decorated, the colors of the flower arrangements all had touches of blue. Rodrigo wondered if Diego had deliberately chosen to use these colors to mess with his head. All the blues reminding him of Reyna’s eyes, but then again it was also the color eyes of his now wife, the masked woman he hated. Trying to not focus on the flowers, he looked forward and walked straight to the front of the church and went to stand at the altar.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

Marcus POV: ­ Warning: 18+ blood and gore, please skip if you do not like graphic scenes. The air around the throne room was thick with blood. Marcus Raven, alpha of the Raven clawhold and self-proclaimed devil, licked his lips with anticipation. The walls of the throne room of his pack were painted in blood, the dark red stone walls were covered in shadows, further amplifying the terror of the throne room. Tonight, just like every other night where Marcus was angry, the walls were going to be repainted.

Rico stumbled into the light, his sweat dripping. Marquez stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “Do my eyes deceive me, or has a ghost walked into my house?” Rico fell to his knees without thinking. “I didn’t know—I swear, I didn’t know this was your place.” Marquez exhaled smoke, studying him like prey. “You think I don’t know who you are? Rico… Kroos’s dog. The one who shot Sandro Danso.” His voice darkened, venom dripping from every word. “Do you know Sandro was like a brother to me, my right hand man? And you—” He pointed, rage barely contained. “You ended him.”

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.