Mei X Junkrat Novels & Stories

The chances of me passing out were high anyway. I slanted a look at Jaxon . His facial features were attractive in an edgy way. Sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and the dark stubble. I’d never seen him in less than a three-piece suit, but his muscles were unmistakable. “My brother played football in high school,” Mia whispered, surprising me. I hadn’t said much to her yet. We were strangers, despite being sisters-in-law, not to mention she was ten years older than me. Heat rose into my cheeks, realizing she must have noticed me staring at Jaxon . I couldn’t even imagine Jaxon going to high school.

Melissa gives me an evil smile and says, "What an ugly person you are and you say you are the Vice-President of the Student Council?" I smirk, pointing my hand towards her, saying, "Maybe? But there is someone as ugly as me, which is you. Don't try anything with me, because I will make you regret it. I am not the same girl I was then. That girl died when she left that toxic party." I open the door of the last room, leaving them alone, not caring what words are coming out of her mouth. I walk outside to see Zach talking to someone. I look closely and see that he was talking to Liam. I walk towards them and look at Zach and say, "See you tomorrow. Charlotte is waiting for me in the car park."

Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving. I'm still trying. Trying to open, Opening a new Eid Enough, me and you Without him!

I pulled it on fast, trying to breathe. The noise from the club still roared behind me, the next act, the same routine. But I couldn’t shake the image of him. The man in the suit. The only one who hadn’t cheered, hadn’t smiled, hadn’t looked away. Maya, my closest friend here, brushed past me, grinning from ear to ear. “You killed it tonight, Lena!” she said. I nodded without thinking. “Thanks, Maya.” She laughed, not noticing how distracted I was, and disappeared toward the bar. I sat on the edge of the makeup table, staring at myself in the mirror. My mascara had smudged slightly from sweat. My lipstick was fading. Candy looked tired.

“I know what it feels like to want clarity, Noria. I don’t blame you. I blame the fact that you made a mess of yourself and my father had to see you like that. Now you both would be at loggerheads again.” My chest tightened at her words, and I instantly felt more guilty than I could express. While she was thinking about my reputation before her father, I was busy moaning his name to every stroke he made into my pussy. Damn it! This is terrible already. Nathan. Myself. And the new secret that I would have to keep forever. “Thank you for understanding,” I said to her amidst the chaos in my heart while she just nodded softly, still holding my hand. Soon, guests began to walk in, and I felt utte

Watching her come apart. It was the reward I'd been craving. The high I had been chasing and talking myself out of for days. "Come. You're going to take this dick like the good girl you are." I gritted my teeth, pounding into her and holding back until she beat me there. "Come for me, Estina. Suck my dick into that fucking cunt and take it all."

He'd been spotted with the same girl who I'd caught walking from his office just days before, obviously one of his more serious pursuits. "Who, Courtney?" Nikki asked, studying the magazine herself. "She's nothing but a strategic alliance to Mr Gray." "What do you mean?" In all of my researching, I'd never really gone into depth about any of his mistresses. It hadn't ever really interested me before now. "She's the daughter of Mr Hart," she explained, "from-" "Power Corp.," I finished her sentence for her. "That makes so much sense."

And here he was, buried deep inside Mia, my maid of honor, the girl who had helped me pick my wedding dress last weekend. I couldn’t breathe. The whole room spun like I’d been slammed into a wall. Skin slapped against skin, wet and rhythmic, the bed creaking under them. Mia’s moans were loud, filthy, desperate. “Harder, Ethan fuck, yes, just like that! Don’t stop!” He growled low in his throat, the sound primal, hungry. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So much tighter than her.” Than her. Than me.

"Not really. I just brought it along for fun." Emiliana smiled. "I play a little," she said. "Do you mind if I try?" Jace handed her the guitar, and she strummed a few chords experimentally. It had been a while since she had played, but the music came back to her quickly. She began to sing softly, a song she had written after her breakup. Jace listened intently, his eyes fixed on her. When she finished, he clapped softly. "That was beautiful," he said.