Mmf Novels & Stories

He asked. Mate bonds could be broken but only after three months of the bond. Right, after three months, this entire weird mate bond would be broken and there would be an end to all these sudden weirdness. "Good, your highness. As you wish."

Eva I chuckle stepping in the cold shower. Vin is such a whore. I was testing him but it appears he makes me weak as well. He has a big effect on me. Fuck! his angry face when he gripped my neck. I couldn't stop imagining him in me. Pounding deeper and harder. Is he relieving himself right now? I can still feel his hard body on mine. Damn, the heat radiating from him was so intense. And fuck me! was he hard?

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.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

"We're here!" Riley looked out the window as they passed through the forest. It was more dense here, and the path was hidden. She didn't even know if the SUVs would fit through some of the openings, but they did. After about 10 minutes of driving through very tight turns, they arrived at an opening where a small town stood and a massive pack house right in the center. They pulled up, and Riley could see a large man who she assumed was the Alpha with others around him. They exited the vehicle. "Alpha Eli, it is so great you are able to join us for the next couple of weeks. Your help will be greatly appreciated. I'm also thrilled and excited to meet your future Luna. It's about time you settle

She forced a tight lipped smile that even the blind could see it. Zoya raised her head from her phone to look at Mehr. She gave her a small glance before retiring her gaze to her phone then muttered a, "I'll like mango juice!" She replied. "We don't have it. Mashkur is allergic so..." She shrugged, she knew Zoya would get more angry and she intends to get her angry as far as she could, she wants to push her button and record everything to Ammi. Oh she's wicked too! "Oh yes, how could I forget. Just leave it, I'll be fine," she threw a menacing glare at Mehr before calling someone on phone.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

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