Paige Killer Porn Novels & Stories

This hut or cottage, whatever this is, is so small and simple, and quiet now that the pups are no longer in the area. “And?” I swallowed, braced myself for whatever horrible word her tongue might utter. “Kill her.” Delilah’s nose flared. “He wants to kill his mate.” *** My eyes widened after hearing those words. Words that I hardly knew. But all I know is it’s cruel, utterly cruel. Mate. Killing. I don’t understand any of these things. These are all foreign to me. “Delilah, what is a ‘mate’?”

Behind her, unknown to her, pressed against the wall, Mia stood whimpering and horrified, throwing up after witnessing all that had happened. Karma rolled her eyes nonchalantly, “I thought you left?” She walked over to where Mia stood shivering, “tsk tsk tsk tsk! He deserved it. And no, I am not evil. I am actually serving justice because everyone he had hurt, which includes a ten years old boy who is currently in the hospital, because that monster sexually molested him and threatened him. So you see, I am the good guy here.” Karma turned to look at her handwork, satisfied with a bright smile on her face. “Oooohhh! Your balance. Mtchew, I forgot. I have cash, hope you don't mind taking cash?

It was incoherent, Paige didn’t understand what she was saying and Crystal noticed it. “N-nudes.” She said peeping into Paige’s eyes, that were relaxed for a moment and almost immediately, her eyebrows raised. “He sold your nudes?” she asked her mouth barely closing and Crystal nodded. Jake is one refined bastard, he sold her nudes and he had the guts to do this. He is insane. “D-Did you see?” she asked again and Paige shook her head, Jake didn’t say anything about having her nudes. Yes how could he? When he tried to kill her to cover the evidences.

pulled as she pushed. It gave a bit but still leaves a sizeable gap. “F*ck, it will have to do. It’s almost private, right?” Sitting on the bed, the boys and I flicked through the channels on the tiny TV. Losing interest, I gazed around the room, my eyes landing on the bathroom door. F*ck me sideways. The gap in the door gives me a full view of a large mirror over the sink and the angle reflects the inside of the shower cubicle and a very naked Paige Stevenson. I can’t look away. She has her back to the mirror and her ass is on full show, her very sexy, plump ass at that. My cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans, like the perv that I am. I licked my lips and pray for her to turn

“He wants your entire pack killed to ensure that no one will be coming back to find his son. He also didn't want anyone coming to find him, so he wants me to slaughter your relatives too.” “Are you the one who killed Ivory?” Brody asked as he took a step forward. “That story sounds made up,” Paige scoffed before anyone could speak. “I don't think she is going to tell us the truth, and we should just kill her.” She spat, and almost immediately Claire started choking. She kept gasping as she tried to get whatever it was that was choking her from her neck. “Paige stop!” I screamed, and she let go as Claire started to cough violently.

How could they still like other men? "I'll show you..." Paige took Chris' phone. She randomly opened the profile of a fangirl who was crying and shouting to give birth to him, clicked on it, and then looked through the girl's Instagram. She did not have to browse much to find it. This fangirl had left a comment under another male celebrity's Instagram: "Oh my god. He could decapitate me, and my severed head would be lying there saying, thank you, Daddy.” "See." Paige pointed it out to Chris.

She had already made it her life mission to make me remain single and die a whore like she wanted me to be, so what was the use of fighting back when I would lose at the end? As a hard lump in my throat and my chest were heavy enough to carry this terrifying sight, I couldn’t find the strength to even cry over spilled milk, so I turned to leave, but that was when their discussion made it worse to believe that this was actually happening. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He groaned. “Better than her?” “I don’t know, baby; I never fucked her.” “She always claimed to be a virgin.” Paige rolled her eyes, pulling him closer. “That’s what every whore says.”

In the video, Chris’s face twisted with rage as he violently threw a tiny baby to the ground. Then, another video started. The scene was the same, but the baby was different. There were four videos in total, each one showing him killing my children. The crowd erupted in shock, and the reporters went wild, their cameras flashing non-stop. The blood drained from Chris’s face as he froze in place. I covered my mouth, sobbing. “My children... so it was you who killed them.” In an instant, the reporters understood everything. They rushed forward, bombarding Chris with questions.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

" I quizzed, desperate to find a way to reassure her. After a small moment, her voice pushed through from the speakers again, "The one with the weird name who looked like he murders people for a living?" Well, that description certainly didn't help. It settled with her for a while before a strained gasp escaped her throat, "Ishtar! Don't tell me he's the-" "Yes," I confirmed, "But listen…" I went ahead to explain everything that had happened between Damian and me, including the compromising situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I didn't mention the part about Minerva, not yet.