My Dear Lass Mga Nobela at Kwento

she gently pulled my head up, ‎ ‎meeting eyes on with her hazel colored eyes. ‎ ‎ ‎a smile stretched on my lips. ‎ ‎ ‎"Magdalene Gussau Wimbledon. I, Lucas Christopher Lorenzo, I will love you, with all of my life ,forever." ‎ ‎"Id worship the grounds you walk on, ‎ ‎and I'd fix your broken crown always. ‎ ‎ ‎"This I promise you." ‎ ‎her eyes glistened, marinated by a kind of desire a woman possessed that can never be described by mere words.

“Virgin my ass, she’s probably been gangbanged by the whole senior class!” Tears burned hot and immediate in my eyes, but I forced myself to keep moving, legs shaking, knees threatening to buckle. I needed to find Aaron. There had to be some horrible mistake. Maybe someone had twisted his words. Maybe it was just a stupid, jealous rumor designed to hurt me. He had been so sweet afterward. He had praised me endlessly. He had called me the best lay of his life, said my pussy was perfect, addictive, made for him. He had given me his cum-soaked briefs as a souvenir, for God’s sake.

I never got to tell her she was right. I never got to say sorry. Now I’m curled on a velvet chaise in a stranger’s mansion, wearing nothing but a man’s coat and a collar that burns every time I breathe too deep, and all I can hear is her voice. You should have listened, little star. The masked lord—Lord Cassian, he told the auctioneer—snaps his fingers at the maids. “Clean her. Feed her. Dress her in something pretty and breakable.” His smile is all teeth. “She’ll be my Hunt toy this year.”

His expression softened, taking on that familiar, practiced charm. "Principessa, are you still angry?" His voice was hoarse, laced with a coaxing charm. "I know I was an asshole last night. I was drunk, and that damn roulette game was just for show, it was a performance for my men." Such a familiar excuse. For his pride, for the show. "Clara is just for fun. You know gutter trash like her could never compare to you." He pressed himself against the gate, as if trying to kiss me through the camera.

“But I heard you wish to take in a Luna.” “You dare question me?” I fix my cock back in my breeches. “Because you have earned your place, I shall pardon you. But shall have your head if you speak of it again.” Turning around with my hands locked behind, I order, “Get out.” “Thank you, Master,” she says, disappearing out of the door. The Lass should consider herself lucky that I am in my best mood. If it were those worst times, her tongue shall be dangling on the floor.

As I had seen him here earlier. I shook my head and made to finally take my leave now, but just as I was about to come out of the cemetery, my eyes caught on someone who made my heart skipped several beats, and a huge amount of adrenaline released into my being. How dare she come here? Grandma Helen even hated her. It was Lyra, Liam's mistress. Liam named her his childhood friend, but they had done so many despicable things that broke me many times. All the while still referring to her as 'just his childhood friend'

Fully taking a glance at her he did not see what she was fully wearing. “Who got you the dress, I do not remember getting that for you?” Jezzebelle blushed and twirled it around her ankles. “I do not know it came with a little card saying For every darkness, there is light. For where there are vines there is a special rose hidden amongst the darkest parts. Pour ma petite chauve-souris de sang. I believe whoever sent it called me their little blood bat.” Lazarus stopped short of the door and turned towards her. “What were the initials on that letter?”

∆NO POV∆ "How am I looking Darling?" With a sexy walk, Jessica twirled showing her delicate lace lingerie hugging her curves. Pulling up the lingerie, she exposed her toned thighs and danced in front of Jacob, moving her hips up and down. Pouring the whiskey in glass, she brought it to Jacob. Giving the glass, she climbed onto his lap, her fingers traced teasing patterns on his bare chest while his hands roaming on her body with eyes full of lust.

"You're exhausted. You need to rest and recover. You still have many things to do, don't you?" "Don't just say 'you'..." Alyssa sobbed softly. "That sounds so distant. Don't say 'you'... Call me Lyse." Jasper swallowed again. "Get some rest, Lyse. Goodnight." "Goodnight." Alyssa slowly closed her heavy eyelids, the corners of her pale lips curling into a faint smile. "My dearest, dearest Jasper." Her dearest.

Their bodies touched awakening that woman's lust as she is a widow who missed her husband dearly. "I want to repay your kindness." she said removing her top. Jade lost control and started sucking her breasts and drank the milk happily. "Angelina will produce more tasty milk than this." he thought shamelessly and drank it all. He removed his pants and entered her while his mind continued to see only Angelina before him. He pleasured her thinking her as Angelina but as soon as he realized she is not Angelina he stopped pleasure her or think of her comfort and enjoyed himself but f*cking her roughly.