Nasty Brutish And Short Novels & Stories

“It is surprising that you don’t know how to pleasure yourself despite the fact you have served plenty of dicks.” Cyrus did not hold back from insulting her with those bold words, the burn of them intensified with the look of disgust which was over his face. The alpha parted her thighs as he inhaled the faint scent of her pussy. “Hah! You must have been the obedient doll in bed, for them to play and destroy.”

she gave up her struggle and lied there like a lifeless body . As soon as her front was exposed before him ... something flashed in his eyes... his eyes were full of lust... and he pounced on the meat before his eyes like a hungry lion... he started kneading her breasts mercilessly with his both hands like a child got his favorite toy to play with... he starting kissing and sucking them like his favorite candy... and after being satisfied with his artwork there... he moved downwards towards her stomach and navel leaving wet kisses and bite marks all around...

“I—I want to be fucked. Brutally. By any man who looks at me like I’m his ruin. Every hole. Until I’m broken. Until I can’t think. Until I’m nothing but a fucking toy.” Adrian smirked, his eyes darkening with approval. “Oh, you’re a filthy little slut, Sophia. And you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”

Everybody says, there could be no more prominent monster than envy, no more noteworthy hoodlum than dread, no more prominent adversary than covetousness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than sharpness. There could be no more noteworthy monster than envy, no more prominent criminal than dread, no more prominent foe than eagerness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than harshness, then, at that point I'll refute them. The most fulfilling second is seeing him disintegrate and beg.

I had suffered more pain than this, but I was tired, both physically and mentally. “My, you have such soft skin. No wonder Vitale fancies you.” “You know, until now, I’d only heard rumours about bratkis being sneaky bastards. They kill. They maim. They torture. But they attack from behind like cowards.” He gritted his teeth, his meaty breath fanning my face. I scrunched my nose and seethed. “That’s how you attacked me. From the back. Sick fucks! I bet you treat your mothers and sisters like whores too.”

Betty gathered all her courage to ask the Beast some questions since he had taken control of Develin all of a sudden, who was physically struggling with himself to take over again. “My name is Brutus, Mate!” The Beast replied to Betty who suddenly stretched her hand out and touched his stubble cheek, making Brutus purr in satisfaction. “Okay, nice to finally meet you Brutus, uhm….are you planning to hurt me in any way or….” “No, but Mate do not reject me or I will get angry!....my mate, mate stay with me and my human!” Brutus spoke again. “Yeah about that…you must understand that I just lost my baby and I was very upset because your human has kept me prisoner here for some months now and I m

My knuckles go white where my fists are clenched, nails biting into my palms. "I'm sorry for ever calling you names, for disrespecting you." The words taste like acid on my tongue. "Please. I need money for my brother's treatment." Bianca laughs, delighted. "Didn't know you had it in you to be humble. Look at you, Daphne, on the ground. Exactly where you belong. Groveling like a peasant." She tilts her head, mock-thoughtful. "Where's all that pride now? Weren't you the one who swore she'd throw my mom and me out of this house?"

Malcolm hated himself. Literally. He hated himself for being attracted to his children’s new nanny. He hated that he couldn’t control his thoughts when she was around and he hated that that made him grumpy towards her. But it wasn’t his fault that he found her attractive. She was beautiful, anyone with two eyes could see that – with her long black hair and her striking hazel eyes. The way her lashes fluttered whenever he looked at her.

Hence, he was so furious that he was about to explode, and all the vicious words that he knew spewed out of his mouth. "You horrible, disgusting woman! You're a slutty whore who sleeps around with old men! I hope you rot in hell! I can't wait to crush your bones into powder! I'm going to use your ashes to make a toilet! Just you wait! I'II kill you someday! I'm going to kill you! How dare you give all those documents to that b*tch?! Did you think you could use her to get rid of me?! Haha. You got it wrong! That b*tch is so wretched that she came crawling back to me with those documents! That 7% shareholding of yours has gone to waste! It will become mine soon! Haha. You never imagined that,

I have always been the type to take people at their word. In fact, I've never been good at reading between the lines. Back in middle school, a girl deliberately slipped a cheat sheet into my hand. "Hold this for me. The teacher's coming," she whispers. She probably expects me to panic and stuff it into my pocket. Instead, I raise my hand. "This belongs to her. She just put it in my hand," I declare. Years later, after I start working, a new manager begins auditing the accounts. My colleague, Wendy Boyer, keeps stomping on my foot under the table. Lowering her voice, she whispers, "Just take the blame for now. You're still new, so he won't come down too hard on you." I nod, stand up,