Nagisa X Karma Novels & Stories

He bites my nipple and I cry out, his mouth sucking the pink, hard nub as he stills, another wave hits me and I cum, at the same time, feeling hit hot seed in me. My cries mix with his deep animalistic groans, I looked at us in the mirror, primitive and raw. Perfect Oh my god that was so hot. His grip loosens and we both fall on the bed, the wood beneath the bed splints and the mattress falls onto the ground. I can’t even bring myself to worry over it as I lie naked and wrapped up in his arms, calming our breaths. He turns my face towards him and kisses me. I don’t have the energy to fight him or kiss him back. I just let him ravage me

Rosa::: I guess the day is finally here the day kumara officially becomes one of us ,it makes me happy really ,since his arrival to my pack ,they've been a lot of improvements around ,especially with my warriors and , a lesser work load for gamma Rex to handle ,that's why I'm comfortable sending him out on errands ,because there's someone who can cover for him ,I take a quick shower and slide into a nice outfit a red skirt and white top ,I walk down to my mirror apply some light make up on while brushing my hair ,its really messed up ,I'm not surprised though considering that I've passed through a lot in the last twenty four hours ,I slip my feet into a nice pair of black sneakers and I gue

“Good girl, I love you” “I love you too” After ending the call, I slip into a pair of comfortable home clothes before making my way out of the room. These days, I get so tired easily and all I want to do is lay in bed and take a nap. As soon as I come out of the gate, I see Nicholas who is leaning on his car and I have never seen a man more deranged than this one in front of me. He looks like a shadow of his former self. Well, Karma is a bitch and it hit him so hard. I want to laugh but I stop myself, he is already suffering enough.

They exchanged looks. "Of course not. Why would we do that to you? You're our friend and you'll not do it for sure. Dark Louiz is a playboy and he deserves what happened to him last night. It's karma and it will serve as a lesson for him. So he needs to stop hurting women! Am I right?" Eliza said. "It's karma for him!" Before I explain to them what really happened last night, I closed my eyes and took a very deep breath.

I bring my fist down on the table, causing soup to spill from my bowl, and shout, "Sit the fuck down!" She jumps, a squeak of fear erupting from her throat. She quickly pours herself a bowl of soup and sits, her legs collapsing beneath her so her ass hits the wooden seat with teeth-jarring force. I smile in dark amusement. This disheveled woman with rings of exhaustion beneath her eyes, no makeup, no jewellery, simple clothing and hair in wild disarray is a side of my wife I've never seen. I wish she was ugly, but I find her just as attractive as ever. Perhaps more so. This Luna is vulnerable, approachable. She looks like she's been freshly fucked. She looks like she's begging to be fucked a

Thoughts of Lyrica’s black hair laying across the pavement and the sorrow that seemed to bleed of Natalie as she scampered across to Lyrica. As I lay on the bitumen and images of Lyrica flow steadily through my thoughts. The last few moments before the real war started. I realised that there wasn't anything that I wouldn’t do for her. We had been holding up against the worst of days and I just ruined everything. The images of her smiling and sad, excited and mad and some of her even as she tried to kill me in the forest appear. And slowly as the images come I am surrounded in darkness.

like me, I wanted to add but instead shrugged, walking around the counter to put my bag away and reminded her “Don't you have orders to deliver??” “Oh yes, I'll see you later” she said, taking jer car keys. I nodded and watched her rush out of the shop before going out in the back to work on the garden while I waited for someone to ring the bell. Putting my hair up in a messy bun, I put on one of the leather aprons to protect my clothes from the dirt and slipped on a pair of gardening gloves. I approached the empty flower pots on the ground and filled it eith soil before taking it wooden table with samplings. I took a small garden fork and was busy planting a flower in the pot when I felt a

Isabella took a razor blade from the table, gave herself a cut on her face and started screaming out loud. “What!?” Elmira was too shocked to speak. She stood there, watching Isabella cry and blood flowing from her cheek. The sight became unbearable for her, and her body started shaking. “You evil witch!!, are you satisfied! Answer me! Are you happy, ruining my face, I knew you were jealous of me!!” Isabella's voice was as loud as anything. Alpha Luciano rushed into his room, only to see his beloved in pain, without even hearing a word from anyone, he proceeded to slap Elmira across the face.

“But I’m glad of it. It only increased my desire to sit on the throne and to achieve it, I will do anything.” I nodded. “So what does this mafia do? Scam people? Sell people?” “We make rules and we break rules. We don’t do the things you said but other clans do. We deal with corporate, weapons, and other things.” Again I nodded and then I kept quiet. “Can I also ask you something?” he asked. He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something in it. “Didn’t you ever feel anything for me from the day we met? Not at least once?”

I take control of my wish for the future. I press my fingertips to his temples. And I dive into his mind. Deeper, deeper, I dive into the dark. I battle past the screams, the twisted memories. I vanquish the many faces of Cyrillius. I gather Neron as I plummet toward that dark center. I pull back my fist as I see it ahead. And I swing as we connect. The entire world around me explodes at the connection, and my vision flickers white, then blue, then black.