Nick Wilde Vore Novels & Stories

The door swung open. Tyler stood there, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking like he’d come back for his forgotten phone or notes. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene: Lila naked and spread out on the professor’s desk, Voss buried deep inside her, both of them glistening with sweat and cum. “What the fu—” “Close the door, Mr. Reynolds,” Voss ordered, voice calm and dangerous. He didn’t pull out. If anything, he ground deeper into Lila, making her whimper loudly. “And lock it behind you.”

My mouth was in a pinched frown as I hesitated before I gestured for Vernon to follow me through the back of the house while I searched for the rear exit. “Nikolai is a well-known cryptid commander, so your worries are for naught,” Vernon asserted, and I sighed as I glanced up at him. “I'm aware but I also know that he has a bounty on his head…let's go into the kitchen to see if there is a rear door. Also, how long will she be unconscious for?” I held the door for him as he carried my mom. “It shouldn't be long but she was starved and needs more blood to get to par,” he responded as I hurried ahead to search.

In the back of his mind, he had accepted that she had burned to a crisp in the fire. “Volkov! Puta madre!!” Hugo screamed from behind him. He was kicking and punching everything around him. It was no secret that he had caught a glimpse of the image. Volkov. The name ran a shiver through Wade’s spine. That man was no joke. He was the only fearsome name in Nebraska's world of crime. You seldom found his victims yet the message is well received by the target audience. Hugo's kicks shook the entire car.

His eyes were o longer misrecognized and this time he would make sure the red witch was dead. Violet cried. Claida brought her knife high above her head, with one sharp movement brought it down and thrust it, as the brown wolf pounced on her back. They rolled for a moment, but Nicholas wasted no time. The witch had no time to scream, with his fanged jaws he tore ferociously at Claida's face. Violet froze in a terror that made her stomach churn. The girl looked away. Nicholas clenched his fanged jaws again. Devouring his meal greedily, he left the witch's body for Ivanka to see.

His face paled at the thought. “Call the police. This is urgent. Tell them everything that happened. Let them check the CCTV footage,” he instructed Shelburne. Then his thoughts went to Brooklyn. She was all alone at the villa. “I have to go back to the villa. Brooklyn’s all alone,” he said in a panic as he strode out of the office, too worried to listen to Shelburne’s reply. Nikolas had never felt so scared of his own life as he was for Brooklyn. If anything happened to her, he would never be able to forgive himself. He drove like a maniac, faster than lightning in his haste to reach her. Parking the car in front of the villa, he rushed out towards the main door. However, his heart constric

But— Still it was unsettling, Willy couldn’t let that one pass; he had to make sure— Willy left the balcony and went towards Lillian’s room, he knocked again and waited, no reply. He switched on the phantom effect and he went through the door like a ghost. They were gone! Willy felt panic hit him like an overloaded semi-trailer. . . . . . Meanwhile; in Gurney’s capital: The president of Gurney was having a video conference with the chief of staff:

Albert whistled, his eyes still staring at Wilona from top to bottom with a judging look. "Wow, sexy," Albert said as he bit his lower lip tempted. Hearing the sound of other creatures, Wilona's forehead frowned, spontaneously her eyes opened wide and then shouted when she was conscious and found Albert who was looking at her with a look of wanting to pounce. Practically Wilona screamed and ran into the room. While Albert was panting again, he couldn't believe it saw Wilona's exaggerated response, the woman seemed to be exhausted from seeing astral creatures in broad daylight. Though what Wilona saw was a handsome man who teased faith.

He loomed over her, his expression ice cold. Is this how he claimed his victims. Is this how they crumpled and caved? Claiborne seemed to exert an invisible overwhelming pressure. She felt small, cornered, and overpowered. A small rodent in the clutches of a deadly viper. “No,” Edwina whispered. She let her gaze drop to his lips and breathed in his scent. Mint, bourbon, and a hint of the tea he had been served in the Blue Room. She wanted to lean forward and let that scent surround her, but with a burst of willpower, she dragged her eyes back to his and continued her rebellious glare.

Nikolai Volkov drove a plain sedan to Blackwood Estate three hours after Viktor's video went viral, claiming to have a hard drive with everything Elena needed to destroy Viktor and Dmitri. Elena watched him pull up to the gate through security monitors and felt a mix of hope and suspicion because Nikolai was family, but family in the Volkov organization meant something different. Nikolai was searched twice before Dante let him into the main hall, and Marcus was close enough to intervene if Elena's cousin moved suddenly. Nikolai appeared tired and older than Elena remembered, with shadows under his eyes indicating he hadn't slept in days.

"You’re being poetic, Vivi. It doesn't suit you. Come inside. My father wants to toast to the new empire." ​He walked away, leaving her alone on the deck. Vivienne looked back at the wake of the ship. She thought of the "Blinding White Forest" and the "Vatican White" dress. She thought of the blood on the slate floor of the penthouse. ​She closed her eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath. For the first time all day, she didn't feel like a corpse. She felt like a witness. ​She didn't know that three hundred yards behind the Aegis, beneath the churning black waves, four black-clad figures were moving through the water with the silent grace of sharks. She didn't know that Roman Volkov was