Moors Maleficent Novels & Stories

“Sounds like some serious evil maleficent work in action, there.” “I was thinking more along the lines of good magic,” he said, glancing toward the Marcella statue. I glanced toward my mother as well. The moon glinted off her raised hands as if she might be summoning some kind of supernatural power. The good kind. “So?” Maleficent asked. “Are you mad?” Mad? How could I be mad about something so good and magical bringing us together? Oh, wait, yeah. Mad because he’d objectified and ogled my butt. Well…

“That’s not—” “What is it then?” Dante cuts me off, merciless. “Let’s go and end the whole Moretti family. You’ve taken half their wealth, destroyed their holdings. That girl—” he nods at Camilla as if she’s part of his evidence, “—helped you. You’re the monster who doesn’t hesitate. Remember that? You have no sense of rationality. It is blood you crave. You’re not a normal man.”

The floors were a stunning white marble, and the walls were beautifully decorated. "Mr. Moore, a pleasure to see you here." A male approached, offering them a bright smile. Ethan stared at the male as he offered his hand to Jayden who took it, shaking it respectfully. He frowned, pressing closer to Jayden's side to quickly take his hand on his. He gave the man an irritated glare which earned him a soft chuckle from Jayden as he leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You are adorable when you are possessive." His words caused a blush to rise on Ethan's cheeks and he squeezed his hand tightly while looking down.

She suddenly stood, calling out: “My lord! My lord!” Mason entered quickly, eyes sharp. “What’s going on?” “He doesn’t know.” Her helpless glance told him everything. Maxton’s voice cracked with frustration. “Is there something I should know about?” Mason quietly locked the door, drew the curtains, and faced his son. “Calm down, Maxton. Take a deep breath.” Then the sound of cracking bones filled the room. Maxton’s eyes widened in horror. His father’s body bent, reshaped, grew. Fur sprouted. Within moments, standing before him was not a man, but a massive wolf.

As he kept watching her, his enormous dick was hard for everyone to see. I ask Manure to go to his room as I will join him in a minute. Exactly when I was about to go to Manure, the babies start crying. Maleficent gives me a sign that she is going to Manure. I go and take care of my babies, while the palace is shaking. I run to Manure's room, just to find him pounding Maleficent's pussy, who has fainted. I ask him to stop, but he can't, so I grab him by his tail and throw him to the other side of the room.

Her eyebrow shoots up as a grin grows on her lips as she stares at the helpless man trying to lift himself from the bed. "You are indeed insane," Mathias said in horror. Watching the princess standing near him make her way near him. Morrigan closed her and heaved a deep sigh. Feeling the air around her, the narcotic incense had dissipated on the air but Mathias had been exposed for too long that the effect is so potent to him. When she opened her eyes a different light reflected in her eyes. It was the eyes of someone hungry for blood. Her eyes are bloodshot as she looks at Mathias with pure disdain. She crawled up Mathias' bed, giggling. Every single hair in Mathias' body rose from her sini

Glittering dark eyes, primal in their intensity, appraised her quivering body, lingered hotly on her bared breasts and the shameless thrust of their swollen peaks, and he groaned deep in his throat with satisfaction. “You have beautiful breasts,” he muttered raggedly, running a possessive hand over the small pouting mounds, devouring them with his heated gaze. “And you're incredibly sensitive there…and what that does to me —Fuck,” Glazed blue eyes focused on him with the greatest of difficulty and she stayed an instinctive move to cover herself from his sight, momentarily as fascinated by his response as by her own. He meant what he said. He couldn't take his eyes off her. In a split-second,

’ ‘It’s none of his business, Matty. ‘Look, I don’t want to sound over-anxious, but you’re going to need someone on your side—’ ‘Not him,’ she snapped back. ‘Is there anyone else?’ ‘You don’t understand—’ ‘I understand the situation perfectly. Dan Dymoke is the devil himself. The one whose name must never be spoken. Anyone would think the pair of you had had a passionate affair or something—’ ‘No!’ Then, because she knew she’d overreacted, ‘We only met once

He looked like he was really focused on whatever he was doing, clearly oblivious to me as I walked right up next to him. "Whatcha lookin' at?" I asked, looking over his shoulder. Marcus jumped, nearly dropping his phone. "Fucking shit Goddammit, bitch!" I couldn't hold back my laugh as he glared at me and pocketed his phone into his back pocket. . Marcus had this thing where he spat out a string of random expletives whenever he got startled or jumped. It never got old. He slapped my shoulder once he realized I wasn't the boogie man. "Don't fucking do that, man!"

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s