Novel & Cerita My Twisted Dark Fantasy

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. He leaned in, his gaze scanning my face, lingering on my lips. His expression shifted from cold calculation to something even darker. "Beautiful," he murmured. "A little bird in the wrong nest." "Let me go, you psycho!" I managed to scream the moment he loosened his grip on my mouth. He chuckled darkly. "I can't do that, sweetheart. Now that you've seen my work, you belong to me." Before I could scream again, a heavy cloth pressed against my face and the world dissolved into black.

He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer. “You want your stepbrother’s cock, don’t you?” he whispered, adding a third finger, stretching me. “You want me to bend you over and ruin this tight little pussy right here where our parents just had dinner.” I cummed hard in the dream, crying out his name as my body shook. But he didn’t stop. He pulled his fingers out, turned me around, and bent me over the counter. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance, then he thrust in deep in one smooth stroke, filling me completely.

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

Who put this outfit here? I blow-dry my hair, take my sweet time before entering the danger zone. Brian is sitting on the couch, beer in his hand, he is going through his phone, his tuxedo jacket is on the bed, the bow tie is on the floor, a few buttons of the shirt are open, sleeves are rolled up, his dark brown hair is falling on his forehead, olive skin is shining under the florescent light. This man is one of the good-looking men on this earth without a debate, and now he is mine, my husband.

He would taunt him with his mate. With the hallucinatia being given to the queen, he chuckled darkly, he would be able to control her, taunt her and become her worst nightmare and there was nothing the King could do with him being a dark witch. Dark witches were very rare with rare powers. Dark witchers were a crossbreed of a Witcher with another supernatural breed. They were either good or bad. He stared at his dead mate longingly before giving her a kiss on her forehead, then closing the lid and waiting for his messenger.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

He said, his eyes were so dark and filled with pure evil it terrified me. As I struggled to get free he inches closer to me, he smirked looking at me from head to toe, he bought his hands up, placing them on my bare waist, slowly moving them upwards to the point where he was beginning to even roll my top up. I closed my eyes wanting nothing more to just wake up from his nightmare of a dream but it was reality. This was happening. And I was completely helpless.

Dread clawed at my insides as I watched the ominous tableau unfold before me. A woman, her features twisted with malice, hovered over a cauldron, stirring a concoction of blood and unknown substances. Her dark eyes glinted with an otherworldly gleam as she muttered incantations that sent shivers down my spine. She was a witch. Other men who I guessed were vampires accompanied her with the ingredients, some of them chemicals and one I recognized as blood. My blood. I could feel the dark energy pulsating through the room, suffocating me with its malevolence. Then he appeared— Cyrus. With a swift kick, he shattered the silence, his presence sending a chill down my spine. His very essence seemed

He was trying to make a deal to save his life but I reminded him that I read his blood already and if he knew who the Dark Witch was, I would have seen it. However, he probably knew now and before Cayden could kill him, he blurted out, "Sheila, the Dark Witch is Sheila and she wants Ty, she will stop at nothing to get him, she is a hybrid, a succubus, Lissa told me." The rage that I felt, I was going over all the things she did to drive a wedge between me and Addy, she played me, played us all, even Toffe and Drax had shocked faces at the revelation. Addison walked over to me to calm me down, she felt everything that I was feeling, I held her for dear life, my mind was spiraling and I telepo