Nola Gaye Mga Nobela at Kwento

Transgurls too, that were sexy as hell. I was buying drinks for a couple of gurls and a bottom gay friend of theirs. In the evening, dancing, drinking or whatever, they were all talking about gay sex and that one of the gurls, the most petite and really good looking one, was way out of my league, she was quite "butch". Her name was Aline, and I went home with her.

'' Gabriel shakes his head, ''Sorry Noelle you are just the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have seen the way Gabriel looks at me, but he never said anything about it. I don't really know what to say so I just smile at him. He is wearing grey chino pants and a dark blue blouse. I bend a bit forward so that only he can hear me when I whisper, ''You look very handsome yourself.'' Then I turn to Nolan, ''Is everything arranged?'' Nolan winks at me, ''Ow yeah.'' I hear a familiar voice and I look up to hairy legs in a short waitress skirt.

“You have a lover?” “I did,” Gayle snarls. “Until this snivelling little snot ran to Landon.” The Luna wipes away a tear, and staggers back to the bar to open the brandy. “He’s dead now. Learn from my mistakes, girly…no man is worth it.” Gayle tears her shirt open, revealing her naked torso. She’s covered in oozing boils and healing scars. “It’s best you stay away from Jericho. He can’t save you. No one can.”

We burned our old sigils under the moon. Painted new ones in ash and blood. “We are not wolves anymore,” I said. “We are Eclipse.” And the howl that followed wasn’t mine alone. It was ours. The moon bled red. The earth opened in silence. From the crater rose something tall, robed, wrong. No scent. No breath. No time. The Man with No Scent was just a vessel. This was the god inside. The Hollow One. And it already knew my name. He came to me while I dreamed. Not Vaeron. Not Dax. A stranger with eyes like frostfire. He touched my hand. The dream caught fire.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at my back. "Wait. Kendrick? Kendrick Beckham?" I turned around, nodding innocently. "Yeah, Kendrick Beckham. He was there with his wife, Noelle. Apparently, they’re here on vacation." "OH MY GOD!" Shae dropped the knife and practically leaped off the barstool, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Are you serious?! Noelle—the Gossip Queen of New York—is in Miami?!" she shrieked, half-laughing. I couldn't help but chuckle at her over-the-top reaction. I turned off the burner and faced her. "Yes, Shae. That Noelle."

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

I nodded my head frantically, I wasn't ready for this kind of pleasure, "Slower... please..." He smiled sweetly, the first I've ever seen, "Okay baby." he groaned. He started again, slower this time, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge as I felt another orgasm bubbling up in my abdomen. My moans grew louder and louder till I could hear nothing else. I'm finally getting what I wanted since the beginning and I couldn't be more satisfied, here was the guy who thought he could resist me, he watched me ride another man with a hard on in his pants and proceeded to send him out and fuck me, he fell right into my trap and it's too late to get out of it.

The shooter, a woman in black, stands from the table and returns the gun into the holster at her waist. "Who... who the hell are you? How dare you come at me? Do you know me? "He bellowed at the blonde as his eyes twitched from the agonizing pain of the bullet wound at his chest. She approached him and squatted beside him. Her large green eyeswere calm, extremely calm. As if she had done this job a thousand times and would not mind doing it a couple thousand times more. Her luscious lips were painted with an appealing scarlet red. She gave out a pressurizing aura of agile confidence,hidden power and inner strength. She slipped her fingers from the collar of his tailored suit to where the bul

By Nuel ĺa ALEX P.O.V After mom finished signing my dischargment papers. I quickly stay behind to avoid her nitpick. Bouquets and get-well cards in my hands were a burden in my hands. As the maid wheeled me down the hallway, I heard whispered. With a blank face, I could hear people whispering as they stared at me. " woow, I can't believe he's a gay " a boy said " he's a shame to the music industry " one spat.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.