Marge In Chains Mga Nobela at Kwento

I push away the locks of hair that have fallen over my eyes, then sweep a hand over said eyes to clear the remnants of water from inside it. Seeing is difficult, and it takes several blurry attempts before my eyes finally make out the furious face of the head maid. Marge is glaring down at me, anger shining like a halo on her forehead. “You think that a night of senseless frolicking with the Alpha is enough for you to start dodging your chores?” I frown just as my mouth falls open. “Wh-what? How do you…?” “How do I know?” She cuts me off with a sneer. “Isn’t that what you wanted when you made a whole post about your moment with the Alpha?”

Florida was known for its cats, and the Alpha wanted to remain under the radar. Arthur walked right up to Marge and asked her to dinner. Marge agreed and after a great meal, she fell asleep in the car from the drug Arthur used. Marge was already chained and collared when she woke. She was still fighting Arthur at every chance she had. Mable and Sophie Henderson were two-for-one. Carl and Samuel had been in Adel at a diner when they spotted the twin's truck with a flat tire. With a few small words, Carl convinced the girls to ride with him to the garage a few miles down the road. The girls, not finding anything odd about the men, agreed. They later woke up next to Marge in the basement,

"Now, so that you're not surprised again, when they shift back, they're all going to be naked. I'm not sure you want to see all of that, do you?" Marge shook her head. "I'll just go wait outside." She turned to where Wes sat on Noel's captor, walked over, and kicked the man on the ground in the stomach as hard as she could. "Don't mess with us again, asshole," she snarled, and then turned her gaze up at Wes, pointing a finger at him. "I expect the top-shelf whiskey after this." She crossed her arms over her chest. "It's probably going to take a full bottle to calm me down after this madness."

She reached over and pushed Gary away from Beth's sucking mouth, and then took hold of Beth's legs, lifted her, and rolled her over the back of the couch and dropped her onto her back on the cushions. Marge quickly climbed over the couch and sat down on Beth's chest, pinning her arms under her. She then took her neighbor's surprised face between her hands, and told the two men, "Get over here and jerk off on this pretty face! Beat your dicks 'til you blow your jism all over her! I want to see her face get a filthy, hot cum bath!" Marge used her thumbs, this time, to keep Beth's jaw forced closed as the two men stood beside the couch and beat their stiff cocks feverishly.

Purple Smoke growled at her. Méah screamed in agony as thorns began to grow on the chains, burying deep into her skin. She struggled so hard to break free but it was of no use. However, it was too late for her to notice that everytime she moves, the chains get tighter and wrapped higher at the same time. Now, the chains had reached underneath her chin while before, it was only just along her shoulders. "You know what? I was tempted to kill you right away but it would be no fun. Why not entertain me for a moment?" Purple Smoke smiled mischievously.

The mafia's maid The Gregory's we're home one evening as normal when a call came to their home line, Linda got up to take the call when an unfamiliar masculine voice, came with a little sinister laughter, and then he cleared his throat before talking. "Hi, Mr. Gregory." At the same time, Gregory half rose from his chair, his face contorted with rage, and hissed, "Leave her alone!" He infused the word with so much force that even his wife look taken aback.

She wore a diamond chain necklace and bracelet on both wrists made of the same diamonds. "Harriet!" Wangari shouted and lunged herself towards Harriet for a hug, she seemed overly excited to be summoned. "I didn't think you'd ever summon me, it's so nice to see you!" Harriet nodded forward towards the demon, who suddenly disappeared with teleportation before Wangari turned his direction. The Hooded Demon pushed forward to attack but was countered effortlessly by Wangari's fist. She punched him with her eyes still on Harriet, sending the demon flopping back where he came from.

|| Klaus || I paced the length of my chambers like a caged animal, my mind replaying the dinner over and over until I thought I’d go insane. Married. My father was forcing me into a marriage with some stranger from the North. Like I was cattle to be traded, like my life meant nothing, like I had no say in my own fucking future. But what made it worse—what made it absolutely unbearable—was her. Margaux. Sitting there with that serene smile on her face, congratulating me like this was good news. Like she was happy about it. Like the thought of me bound to another woman didn’t affect her at all.

A woman burst in the door. I thought she was addressing me, but she wasn't. “I told you not to call me that," He sighs. “Fine, bitchfish.” “That doesn't even make sense,” He scoffs. “Whatever," She pops her gum, ignoring me. Pulling out a knife she starts....whittling away at the door. “Why are you doing that?” She shrugs. “Mindless vandalism.” He sighs, getting out of bed. “This is my sister Natalia. She's a raging lunatic, not unlike yourself. She's adopted.”

How did he even break the chain? What was going on there? Damien and Andrew hurried to untie my man who was tied up by Levi. I went close to him and asked what had happened. What went wrong and how did he get into this position? He said he wasn't sure, but he thinks so. Levi had a pocket knife with him, which he had used to cut out the rope he was tied with. After untying himself, he attacked him from behind, and before he could do anything, Levi knocked him out and tied him to the chair, and he escaped.