One Way Or The Other Blondie Novels & Stories

The third, clearly the loudest, had bleach blond hair and a grin that sent a chill down my spine. “Ladies, are you lost?” Blondie asked, his eyes sweeping over me with an unsettling gleam. “Or did you come here looking for some fun?” Trance immediately stepped ahead of me. “Back off.” Blondie’s grin widened as he looked at Trance. “Relax, man. We’re just being friendly.” His gaze lingered on Elara, then it shifted back to me. “Especially with this one. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

The other two girls had deep brown hair and were a lot more pretty than the blonde one. Why were they following me? "I saw you at the fundraising event yesterday with my man, you've got some explaining to do young lady." Blondie said. "W-what? Your man? I'm sorry, I think you picked the wrong person." I said with a laugh. Blondie rolled her sharp brown eyes and said, " I saw you with Ryker, and I sure it was you I saw snooping around in the art room. If you know what's good for you, then you better tell me what's going on between you two."

"Fine, I can figure it out myself, I've spent this past weeks with you. I think I know a thing or two about you." What would Blondie use as her password? I typed in random numbers but it won't open. I have three tries before her phone freezes itself. I've used up two of my chances. This is my last shot and I can't screw this up. Blondie's back to sitting comfortably on the floor. She's confident that I won't guess her password.

He asks, playing innocent. She nods and dives back in. Blondie is whimpering and rotating her pelvis to get more. The innocent girl starts loosening up, attacking the pussy every time it’s her turn. At first she was soft and slow, but then she ups the tempo, eating her friend greedily.. in the end she is sucking the clit into her mouth, playing with it and then softly biting. Blondie is sobbing with delight. “Wow, that was so hot ! I could never do that”. Casper lies.

My hip catches on the edge, and I slam down onto my back on the tabletop, still in the thing’s burning clutches. Blondie growls and grabs the shadow in his hand. His palm sizzles, and he lets out a yell—mostly to release the pain, I think, because he wastes no time throwing the shadow against the wall and slamming his knife into it. He slashes his knife down, twists it, then slashes up again— —and the shadow explodes.

until it had two syllables. “Hey, dude, I don’t mean no harm.” Blondie let out a nervous chuckle. “Like she said, this is art. I’ll edit it so her face is in shadow and no one can tell it’s her. I just need the photos for my port—what are you doing?” He squawked in protest when I snatched the camera out of his hands and started deleting photos but fell silent when I leveled him with a death glare.

But none of them filled the void. His gaze landed on the last in line a blonde with sun kissed skin, gentle curves, full breasts that rose and fell with quick breaths, and wide blue eyes that flicked up to meet his for a fraction too long before dropping.Something stirred. Not the true mate bond he knew that would never come again but a warmth, a softness that eased the sharpest edge of his rage for the first time in days.He crooked a finger.“You.”The others were dismissed with a sharp wave. They filed out silently, disappointment masked behind lowered lashes.The chosen one Lila remained, trembling slightly, blue eyes wide.Ronan took her wrist gently, surprisingly so, and led her past the he

Being almost thirty-one and having no mate has been quite a topic, but now she is here. I have to blink a couple of times and drag myself away, trying to be coherent. I clear my throat and clench my fists. “I… I apologize, I didn’t mean to lose control like that.” Odessa remains tense, though she relaxes just a fraction when I step back. I’ve messed her braid up a little bit. She looks a little breathless herself, but then… she had to have recognized me before. Right? She is blushing as she smiles.

I suppressed the mocking curve of my lips and gave a faint nod. Lindsey's gaze soon landed on the jewelry spread across the table. A flicker of jealousy flashed through her eyes. Tugging at Connor's sleeve, she pouted sweetly, "Connor, isn't that the Heart of the Ocean? The one worth millions? I've always wanted it! Can you ask Rachel to lend it to me for a few days?"