Mileena Teeth Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

“I’m imagining how your mouth feels around my dick...” I gritted my teeth, suddenly rage flowed through me like lava. “I’d love to fuck your tits, mouth, and cunt. And trust me, I’m going to enjoy each second of your young body.” “You bastard!” I clenched my teeth, wanting nothing more than to slit his tongue. “I’ll kill you….” I breathed as tears gathered in my eyes with fury. “You’re already killing me, sweetheart. I’m dying to fuck you rough and hard.” I closed my eyes, chewing the inside of my cheeks.

That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit. But the payment was real. The session was locked in and the system flagged it as his first. First times are supposed to be handled delicately. That's why I was called. But I don't plan on being delicate. Not with him. I read the card again. Alias: Moranorebel Level: Starter pack Notes: First timer. Mask preferred. No safe words provided. Eish. Another rookie mistake. They all think they are ready until they are not. But this one?

Before I could completely close my eyes, I could see a figure of a woman running towards Dimitri who is now on the ground, completely covered with wounds. “My son! What have you done to my son.” She was crying and yelling at the person behind me. Luna Frandale was Dimitri’s long lost mother. And finally my world turns black.

Each bolt crackled and hissed, seeking out its target with unerring accuracy. The sorceress danced and weaved, her own magic sparking in response, deflecting my onslaught with practiced skill. I gritted my teeth, my focus unyielding. I couldn’t afford to hold back. This was a battle not just for my life but for the memories of love that the sorceress had tried to steal. With a primal scream, I intensified my attack, pouring every ounce of stolen lightning into the assault.The sorceress staggered under the force of my onslaught, her shield flickering with strain.

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

What really caught my attention was the giant's face, his glowing red eyes, his flattened nose and his huge tusks of teeth protruding even from his closed mouth. The crowd cheered when Mord walked in. The whole space was filled with the noise of their cheers and clapping. I seized this opportunity to cast another look at Brian, and I was glad to see that he was unfazed by the appearance of his opponent. I knew that size was not a ruling factor in combat. Where Mord appeared huge and muscular, Brian was small and fast; this would be used as an advantage here. Mord stood before us with Mila by his side. Mila smirked smugly while I remained with a neutral expression. My face carried no expressi

Instead of a whole rescue party composed of Guild members, it's four teenagers--one of them Heather. They're going up against a sea of Silver Hunters, doing their best. The boys shift into a wolf and a gorilla, and the smallest girl has a sword she probably got off the wall. She can barely lift it, but she looks determined regardless. "Nora!" Heather slams some kind of talisman against a Silver Hunter's side and the man yelps. "What is this, a suicide mission?" Cupping my hands, I summon the elements. A wall of fire emerges in one part of the hall, blocking half the Silver Hunters.

What made Mila so different? “Let me make this perfectly clear,” Mila purred, her voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and mockery. “Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, you two will battle fiercely to the death. No tricks, no mercy will be permitted—just a vicious brawl until one lone victor remains breathing. Do we have an understanding?” She lifted one slender brow when she was finished, regarding us like insects she planned to squash beneath the heel of her boot. I hadn’t felt this small since before we had ended the Luna’s reign.

I already told him I didn't like this spell idea, but somehow things were just happening to fall into place. Matei stood 6'2" and solid muscle. He looked like a bouncer at a club. His head was shaved and his ice blue eyes sparkled with joy as he listened to Mila. She bounced up and down as she spoke just like she would normally, at least before the darkness took her over. I studied his crooked nose and high cheek bones. His coloring was different than mine, but the features were strikingly familiar to my own. "Are you going to cook for us Daddy?" Mila asked excitedly.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ MILA'S POV He had asked me not to cry anymore and I had smiled, hoping not to, but the moment I got to my room, I looked around the room. There's was only one person in it, and that was me. In a matter of seconds, I felt the loneliness creep in and I realized once more, that my Dad was dead. I couldn't control the tears that came flowing out of my eyes. I quickly laid on top of my bed and muffled my sniffles with my pillow. I didn't even know when I slept off, still in tears. For 2 weeks, I repeated the routine of waking, eating, crying and then sleeping off. And unfortunately for me, Carter never asked of me or came to see me after the first time we spoke.