Misty Vixen Books Novels & Stories

Just take her. Vix. In Satan’s Bar, Victoria ‘Vixen’ Shaw was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times, though Ice knew that to not be true, at all. What was true was that she had been the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s girl… and she owned that moniker, without shame. The woman was smokily and sexily hot, about that there was no doubt, and she had the brazen, aggressive, unpolished beauty of a wild creature. There was nothing demure or elegant or wallflower about Vix as she carried out her waitressing duties. She was, to her core, an MC bar back room toy, and she was proud of it.

As she walked into the living room, Diana could not find Michael. 'That's strange; where is he?’ she thought, feeling uneasy all of a sudden. When Diana walked towards her room with Michael, she heard the bed creak and a faint voice inside it. "Ah, yes, there, faster!" Diana, who heard this, immediately opened the door to her room without thinking. The world seemed to stop spinning the moment she encountered the sight in front of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing! In their room, Michael is having sex with a woman. Michael's back was turned toward her, so he is unaware of her presence.

- Taming Faye ( English & Taglish version) - Starved Passion ( English & Taglish version) - Her First Mistake - Sweet Bastard - Fire& Gasoline: When Spanks Flies Faster Than Sparks - Indebted To The Billionaire Alpha - Mated To The Kinky and Dominating Alpha I hope you read and enjoy. Thank you💜💜

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls. ‘Misty - our Mystery Yuletide Pet’ the write-up announced, and as his hand slid to his prick - in homage to her beautiful, bountiful flesh - Niall couldn’t think of anything he’d like for Christmas better. He’d only bought this mag today, but he was already head-over-heels in lust with pages fifty-two through fifty-nine!

He turned and disappeared into the night, following his leader into the maw of the city. His chilling words clung to her as she tried her best not to ponder them much, but her thoughts were spiraling out of her control. Serena didn't go to bed. She went to her room, but the walls felt like they were leaning in. She moved to the library, sitting in her usual chair, but the words on the pages of her romance novel looked like gibberish. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Victor’s blue eyes, that dark, hungry shift in his gaze when she had touched him.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

2 months later. I am sitting at the library reading my favorite book, Devil in the Winter by Lisa Kleypas. Cherry is not here yet. I have no idea what's going on with her. She has been quieter and jumpier. I hope she's okay; she never tells me anything anymore. She is always late for class and at home. I am starting to worry about her. Every time Wade is around and staring at her, she looks down, folding her hands by her side with a scared look on her face but also with a blush.

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall woman with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed silver hair, Director Yearwood looks like she belongs in one of those prissy rich kid schools. But she’s here, overseeing the five islands. Her office stands out from the rest of the camp facilities, done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, with a huge intimidating fireplace, a plush carpet, and mysterious low lighting.