Natalie Scatorccio X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

The thin layer of clothing becomes nothing, I feel as though I’m naked and my panties felt dam. “Eason…” I gasp and tilt my head to escape from the kiss, trying to call back some senses to us. But he refused to listen. His hot lips trace my check, my neck and down to the upper part of my chest. I cry out as he suddenly bites on my collar bones and suck it hard. I try to push him, but he caught my hands. “Don’t push me away Natalia,” he murmurs into my ear, and my sanity leaves me again. My eyes flutter shut as I can hear my inner voice calling for more, longing for his touch. What should I do? He’s toxic and impossible to say no to.

"Putting my hand around her waist is something I have been doing for years, even Sean. It's kind of our thing with Nancy, and we've never had secondary thoughts about it." "If Nancy came over to your table, it's because she wanted to get into your pants." Sean deadpanned, coming to his friends' rescue. "What?" Isabelle's eyebrows arched. She didn't know what to say at that moment. She had drawn her own conclusions without letting Christian explain. She felt stupid for walking out like that and for thinking negatively. "Nancy has a tendency of fucking the girls we go with at Sean's hotel." Christian laughed lightly, counting in his head the number of ladies Nancy had snatched from them. She a

Nate grabbed his cock and started stroking it feverishly while Oliver pressed her tits together invitingly with her hands, brown nipples flushed and erect. Ethan was also enjoying good Romance inside the house with Beauty. Ethan lowered himself down on the chair and let Beauty sit back between his legs, his own finger finding her soaked pussy. Ethan fingered her clit while Beauty squeezed her breàṣts through her nightgown, thighs trembling. Under the spray of the shower,

I want to know everything about her; explore her body and the taste of her on my tongue. Despite her beauty, there is one thing that intrigues and confuses me: Natalie has a commanding presence that is much stronger than Elle’s. She’s an omega, and her parents are warriors. Subordinate strong warriors. I guess we’ll find out why soon enough. I wanted Natalie more than any other she-wolf, and this school year I’ve decided to make her mine. I checked I*******m, and as I expected, her account is private. You can only see her profile picture, which was a set of earbuds on top of a book in black and white. This girl is intriguing. I wanted to know her so badly– all of her.

She'd already discovered that no one was due privacy in the Blackwood house. Neither was safety. --- Night – The Lounge The fire spat. The crystal decanter glowed like blood in the glass. Nathaniel sat across from Harrison, one foot bouncing on the knee, scotch unbroken in his hand. "You were right," he said. Harrison's eyes spat. "What?" "Her secrets." Interest sparked in Harrison's eyes. "Go on." Nathaniel didn't. Not yet. He leaned forward instead, his voice icy now. "She's not gold-digging."

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

I reached out, my large hands catching her waist just as her legs finally gave out. The moment my skin touched hers, a violent, deafening explosion of golden sparks erupted between us. The blood-contract flared with a blinding, agonizing warmth, sending a surge of healing energy directly through her body. Natalie gasped, her fingers clutching tightly onto my bare shoulders as she buried her face into my chest, her body trembling with exhaustion. The scent of cinnamon and dark chocolate completely enveloped her, soothing the wild panic of her wolf. "Did they touch you?" I demanded, my voice raw with a possessive, protective fury that caught me completely off guard. My inner wolf was scratchin

“I could do a lot worse, Scarlette. I know it’s been so long since a man’s touched you right… grazed those thighs… tongue brushing your ears…” His words slithered over me—and as he spoke, his hands moved. Down my sides, over my hips. His mouth dipped near my neck, his tongue teasing the edge of my ear just like he promised. I hated how my body reacted. Hated it. And the bastard knew. Knew my breath hitched. Knew my thighs squeezed tight. Knew I was burning under his touch. “You’re insane,” I muttered, voice trembling. “This… isn’t going to work. Not you. Not me. Liam.”

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

I didn't wait for Juliana to speak before I cut in, looking away from Juliana, "Laci, does it matter who she is?" "Of course not! I just like her though, but I am so confused right now. I wish Koko had been able to use the mind link, we would have been able to track her down." Laci lamented. Juliana just smirked before she finally walked up to Alpha Niyol." About that… I mean the girl called Scarlett, are you very familiar with her?" "Yes. She is my childhood friend along with Chester." "She likes you, right? Has she ever come in contact with Koko?"