Novel & Cerita Octavia Melody X Vinyl Scratch

Would it be a sin "If I can't help falling in love with you?" Peter was surprised when West sang along with him at the last line. West turned to him with a grin, eyeing Peter's flushed face. "I sing at the bathroom sometimes," comment West. Peter rolled his eyes at the taller man who's laughing at his reaction. West’s really easy-going, Peter thought. That’s what he observed. It seems like he has no problem at all except for the fact that he has insomnia. Other than that, West’s personality is contagious. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask." Peter turned to West, questioning. "Your guitar. There’s a word Sunny engraved on it. Is that a name of a person?"

"But first, we need to lose them." "How?" He took a small vial from his pocket. "This is a special mixture to mask scents. It can temporarily hide Orion's." We quickly applied the mixture to Orion and ourselves, then continued on. The night provided cover but also made travel difficult. Late at night, we rested briefly in a hidden cave. Orion finally fell asleep, his small face looking exceptionally peaceful in the firelight. Rhea and Lina also closed their eyes, exhausted, while Kaelen insisted on keeping watch.

I turned off my phone and went to sleep. When I woke up the next day and turned my phone back on, it vibrated for ten minutes straight. All missed calls and texts from Mom. "Elena Marshall, where's the money? What's the meaning of that stack of scratch cards in the mailbox?" "I get it now. You're getting revenge on me, aren't you? Don't you dare come back. When you do come back, I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful daughter!" "Sweetie, how about this. Just give me the money you spent on the scratch cards instead…"

"Remember what happens if you forget your place. Everything you are belongs to me now. Everything you do, every breath you take—it's all because I allow it." Selena's nails carved crescents into her palms, deep enough to draw blood, but she didn't pull away. Couldn't pull away. The price of defiance was too high, too precious to risk. "The club needs managing tonight," Xavier said, finally releasing her. His eyes raked over her body in a way that made her feel naked, exposed. "I have to deal with these Moretti idiots before they do something even more stupid." A cruel smile curved his lips as he stepped back. "Handle things well, and I might be generous this week. Give you something you've b

I scream as our bond jolts through my most sensitive spot. Every suck and every lick is like heaven. The tingles exploding over my clit have me sounding like a broken record as I scream my moans toward the ceiling. After only thirty seconds, an amazing pressure builds and explodes from my body that makes my legs shake. Octavius growls triumphantly and stands up.

Selects one with the reverence of someone holding something irreplaceable. The record player sits on a low shelf. Vintage. He removes the record from its sleeve. Holds it by the edges. Sets it on the turntable with precision that makes my chest ache. The needle drops. Scratch of vinyl. Then saxophone filling the space. Coltrane. Something improvised and achingly beautiful. Notes that feel like prayer wrapped in sound. Ava appears at his elbow. Silent for once. She tilts her head. Listens with that unsettling focus. "It's sad," she says finally.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't say things I don't want to hear, or I might start disliking you." Otto was stumped. He lamented. "Darling, you're hurting my feelings. Why do you doubt my love for you?" "What a smooth talker. I’m going to make the call now, so behave yourself," Ophelia teased with a smile on her face. As soon as she left, Otto's smile faded. He looked toward Xavia, who was playing the violin by the bonfire. The beautiful music, the dancing firelight, and the soft breeze that lifted her skirt and revealed her legs ever so slightly, made for a captivating sight. It gave her a pure, unapproachable quality, lending her an ethereal quality. Everything about her was perfect.

She was a instrument being played by two masters, and the music building inside her was a symphony of pure, undiluted ecstasy. Her climax ripped through her without warning. She screamed, a raw, broken sound as her body convulsed, bucking against Xyrex’s mouth. He held her hips down, drinking every drop of her release, his growls of satisfaction vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Before the last tremors had even subsided, Xyrex surged to his feet. His eyes were wild, his face glistening with her essence. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”

Xavier yells, pleading with them. Only for it to fall on deaf ears. "Now!" He yells, immediately the rod inside me begins to vibrate. I scream in agony. Gary then brings over the original vibrator, and circles it around my clit. Xavier falls back into the chair, in a defeated motion. His knuckles turn white from the intensity of squeezing his fingers. Small droplets of blood falling from his hands, from the intensity in which his nails are pushing into his hands.

The faint smell of disinfectant seeped into my nostrils as I lay in the hospital bed. I furrowed my brow and instinctively glanced at the clock. By now, the orchestra's selection process should have been long over. I quietly rested against the bed, my gaze drifting to a group of nurses chatting excitedly. "Hey, did you hear that Mr. Fraiche is leading the orchestra's selection here?" "Yeah, I just saw the news. Miranda made it into the orchestra and became Mr. Fraiche's student. She's so impressive."