Minmotion Syndrome Bl Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

If Julian couldn't mask the data, the Trace Mineral lie would vaporize before the midnight transit. I had three minutes before the next automated sweep. I needed a reason for the heat. I stood up. The suppressants in my veins felt like liquid lead, fighting the hydraulic fire in my muscles. My legs didn't feel like mine, but the child—the thing hitting 102 BPM in my ribs—pushed me toward the nursery’s private gym. One camera. Three motion sensors. I mapped the blind spots by reflex, Moore-family conditioning overriding the drug-induced haze. The gym was a glass-walled cage with independent ventilation. I didn't touch the lights. The silver static in my vision was bright enough to outline the

Nathaniel’s grip on my hand tightened. Dr. Benson pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Lily has been diagnosed with Mitochondrial Neurodegenerative Syndrome, MNS for short.” I blinked, my brain struggling to process the words. “Mito—what?” Nathaniel was the first to find his voice. “What exactly is that?”

I frowned at him, my displeasure evident. Damien's voice held amusement and rough satisfaction. "I remember that people with Bloom Syndrome can only be cured by getting a kiss from someone whose heart connects with theirs. I just kissed you, and your condition seems much better now." He was right. Not only had my throat pain from recent days disappeared, but even the weakness and aches from the fever were starting to fade. "So... Felix, you like me." It was not a question but a statement. My ears burned with embarrassment as I said through gritted teeth, "Get out!"

I think about these past few months. I squeeze the rock tighter and tighter with each passing step. I'm mad a Chad. I'm mad at my eating disorder. I'm mad at the divorce. I'm mad because my anger is the minotaur coming to kill me. That's the thing about Labyrinths. The minotaur will always win and will always devour you. You can't defeat him; you just face him. I throw my rock at the ground. I cry in anger. A hand returns my stone to me. I look up, and my eyes meet Collin's.

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

Unable to hold myself up on my arms made of Jell-o, I fell to the mattress and dragged in deep breaths as I tried not to hyperventilate. Minus removed his finger, gripping my hips so he could grind into me slowly until I felt his cock pulse between my walls, and he kept our connection as he rolled us onto our sides in spoon fashion. “God damn, baby, that was amazing.” I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “I approve of Minus. Maybe Jase just needs to retire.” He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “That can be arranged.”

“Judging from the extent of the wound rupture, she must have engaged in strenuous physical activity recently. Didn’t we tell you she needed strict rest? This is practically risking her life!” I felt a mix of shock and distress. Why was Claire still participating in intense physical training when she did not even need to take the physical portion of the high school entrance exams? While confusion still lingered in my mind, my phone buzzed twice. Several anonymous text messages came through.

Douglas's voice came immediately they are alone and Asher nodded. " He saved me from being molested. He is my savior. He knows absolutely everything about me " " And the TS Syndrome? " Asher swallowed hard and then nodded. " He is aware " Douglas set his jaw now, eager to ask another question when the gentle knock came through and Mini walk in. She presented the report file of Pet project before Asher who quickly flipped through the page. " Overall... She is in shock and her blood pressure has skyrocketed. She is unwell, Dr Asher " Mini whispers quietly, making Asher to set his jaw in regret.