Romans & histoires Nasty

lick, “... and very, very naughty.” ___________________

***** One month later It had been a long and tormenting month since the scandal broke out, and Nathalie found herself trapped within the confines of her own home. The relentless onslaught of anti-fans had transformed her once peaceful sanctuary into an unsettling battleground of hatred and animosity. The walls that once held cherished memories were now marred with red, insulting words, cruelly labeling her as a "slut," a "gold digger," and various other names. Every morning, Nathalie would wake up to a barrage of fresh graffiti, a painful reminder of the relentless condemnation she faced. It seemed as though there was no escape from the tormenting messages that adorned the walls, constantly

His anger heightened at her dumb muteness. 'I'll break your neck if you don't wish to cooperate with passivity. And you know how dead serious I'm. Ain't I Neha?', his face turned creepy with a sinister smirk dancing on his lips as he peered at the scared lamb. She crazily bobbed her head afraid of the festering madness of this cruel man.

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

I looked at her, at the desperation in her eyes, the obsession that had turned her into something monstrous. She was willing to burn the whole school down just to possess a boy who didn't even want to look at her. She was the embodiment of why this school was nicknamed "Pervy Mthland." It wasn't just about the boys; it was about the twisted, obsessive games people played with each other's lives.

Not lust. Something more satisfying.

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

I didn’t move fast. I wanted to feel it. Then shoved another, then another. Three fingers fully inside my cunt. The pace increased, I slammed in and out. Mouth wide opened, eyes bulging out of their socket. With my other hand, I pulled out my tit. Nipples hard and pointed as the breeze slapped them, sucking and nibbling, rolling my tongue on it. It felt good. Call me crazy. Call me a slut. But I was going crazy, obsessed with my stepdad.

The sheer beauty of them was annoying “Give me my phone,” Nate’s voice was a low, venomous thing. Kieran’s smile was a slow, deliberate curl of his lips. It didn’t reach his eyes. “I like when you get angry,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress that skated over Nate’s skin. “ It’s intoxicating.i’m getting turned on” The words hit Nate like a physical blow. He stumbled back, putting precious inches between them. “You’re fucking crazy,” he breathed, the insult sounding weak, stunned. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?