Miss Doublefinger Novels & Stories

I didn't know what to say to her, but I just sat down quietly, mopping at her. "Miss Charmaine, this is an opportunity of a lifetime, and I want to offer it to you." I was immediately taken aback. The last time Tanner said that to me, I nearly lost my vital organs while uncovering an organ trafficking ring. By all means possible, I was praying it wasn't what I thought it was.

I can relax and enjoy the dainty fingers of Miss… whatever her name is. “One more down the hatch,” she says in a sing-song voice, and I smile as I open up for those luscious fingers to deliver me the delicate morsel. It’s all so fantastic, and— “Sire?” “Ow!” The screech comes from the lovely woman, whose fingers I’ve bitten when I just jumped at the sudden intrusion. “What the fuck?” I bellow. Miss Lovely is running toward the ice bucket holding her finger. “Who the fuck told you to enter?!” This I say to the rude, lumbering idiot guard who has just run in and interrupted my intimate moment.

📲 I'm sticking my fingers inside to feel how wet I am" I continued as I daringly stick one fingers into my V. I felt a little pain as I moved my finger inside me but the pain was suddenly replaced by undescribable pleasure. 📲 Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh, Oh my god. It feels Soo goood" I moaned, my breathing very loud. The emotions doubled when I heard Bryan groan from the other side. 📲 Don't stop" He ordered, the authority in his voice simulating me more as I increased the pace of my fingers. 📲 Ah… ah… ahh… Bryan....agh…." I moaned uncontrollably, my body shaking as I felt something build up inside of me and i subconsciously increased the pace of my fingers each time I heard Bryan's rough and husky b

The cabin was eerily quiet, the rhythmic chugging of the train now replaced by an unsettling silence. "Sarah?" Divine's voice quivered as she called out, her heart pounding in her chest. No response. As the fog of confusion lifted, Divine's eyes fell on a scene of chaos. The impact had been devastating, and Divine's pulse quickened as she searched for any sign of her newfound friend. And then, amid the wreckage, she saw a glimmer. The ring Sarah had given her, now resting on the ground. It was as though fate itself had intervened to preserve the symbol of their bond.

As the office door clicked shut, Natalie flashed a ring at me, one that outshone mine in every way. "Like I'd ever want your junk," she sneered.

I turned and left, my eyes showing no signs of attachment. Dante should have known that a broken ring, no matter how well repaired, would never be without cracks. It was just like my relationship with him. No matter how much we tried to fix it, we could never go back to how things were. … The next day, one day before the bonding ceremony, I went alone to City Hall to file an application to leave the Lightning pack. The clerk told me the application would take effect in 24 hours. At that time, all my personal information would be deleted from the pack records.

People seem to judge popular people harder than regular people due to their popularity, they expect calm in the face of disrespect and expect angel behaviour always. Stepping out of the bathroom, I walk to the standing wardrobe, its in a brown fine finish wood, I slide the lowest drawer open and frown. Three panties are missing from here, I frown again and walk to the bathroom to my circular plastic panty hanger to find it empty too, meaning five panties have gone missing.

I shook off his hand and looked at Jeff. "It's not several days; it's three years. "From the day you went missing, I haven't slept a full night. I was called a jinx, blamed as the culprit who caused your death. "Devastated, my mind was hazy, and I fell down the stairs. Even the baby wasn't saved. "For these past three years, I searched the whole country, tortured by self-blame and guilt. In the end..." I looked at the plain band worn on his ring finger.

There was no one to call. That was the thing she had known was coming and had not found a way to prepare for. The specific loneliness of an achievement that existed in a sealed container — that could not be shared with the person you lived with or the son who was too young or the mother who was gone. Catherine's startled laugh was the closest thing to recognition she was going to receive today, and Catherine did not know what it had cost. Amara knew, approximately. But Amara was real — she was Sophia's actual friend, the one person who moved between both versions of her life with full knowledge of both, and calling Amara from a bathroom stall felt like reducing something to a size it did not

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?