Mineta X All Might Novels & Stories

--- His Voice Lowers “I don’t need to control it.” --- A Beat “I just need to end it.” --- That Changes Everything --- Aria Realizes First “He’s not trying to fix it…” --- Cassian Finishes It “He’s trying to shut everything down.” --- Total System Termination --- The Screen Flashes “CORE SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE INITIATED.” --- Aria’s Heart Drops “No.” --- Cassian Turns to Her “If that completes—” --- She Cuts In “Everything connected to it collapses.”

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.

"I am Alexander and you are lia?" "Idalia." I corrected. "Idalia Bianchi." "Ah, the infamous Bianchi." I laughed, "I would not say that exactly." I noticed my hands were still in his, "sorry." I dropped my hands. He shrugged, "I don't mind holding a beautiful woman's hand. Especially yours." "Hmmn you're smooth. But I have to tell you though I am seeing someone." "Thank God." He breathed out a sigh of relief, "no offense it would be my pleasure to be with a woman as beautiful as you but I do have someone I am also seeing."

“He’s over there waiting for you.” Natalie glanced at where Boniface was looking. A racially mixed man leaned against a dark gray Maserati Quattroporte. His Piccadilly loafer-cladded feet crossed, the car keys dangling on his index finger. Natalie knew that in Angola, he was known as a mulatto. A person who was mixed with African and Portuguese ancestry. Mauricio’s black curly hair was styled in a short, expensive cut. His yellowish-brown skin glowed healthily under the warm winter sun. The tailored suit showed off his lean, muscled form. His eyes were hidden behind aviator glasses.

she answered; annoyance was visible in her voice. Drake raised a brow at her. “So, you are disrespecting me?” He questioned. “Do you know the punishment for disrespecting your alpha?” Millie looked down, scared at the Alpha’s tone. “No, Alpha,” she answered. “I know the punishment, but I am here to withstand Emily. She was not yet healed, so please, Alpha. . .” Millie pleads. “Let her regain her strength, and then you can do whatever you want from her,” she says, her shoulder slumped.