Paige Killer Porn Novels & Stories

"—sources say the scene was gruesome, with evidence suggesting foul play. While police have not yet released details, witnesses report significant amounts of blood—" The spatula scraped against the pan. Karma hummed softly—something she heard at a charity gala last month. "—authorities have issued a statement requesting information on the whereabouts of Dr Karma Kuntz, 28, daughter of the deceased and Chief Surgeon and owner of Save the Child Hospital—one of the largest private medical facilities in the country, and the last person he was with—a young girl named Mia. That's all we know about her. Dr Kuntz has not been seen with him since she separated from him, and police are asking anyone w

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.

“I WAS! I don’t know who Peter slept with. It wasn’t me. But they blamed me because I… I wanted Peter to be my mate. I thought he was. I sent him gifts… and my under--” Paige stopped speaking as Bobby flipped over the dining table in anger. “TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS,” Bobby demands. Paige looks at me, scared to death. We both stand up, and I stand in front of her. “I will die before I let you rape her,” I tell him. “Rape her?" Bobby repeats back angrily. "Ladies, you have no idea what you are talking about. In fact, half of what you’ve told me this morning is complete and utter nonsense."

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.

Chris raised an eyebrow, asking, "Why? Are you scared?" Paige nodded. "Yes, I'm scared. Women can be terrifying, especially someone like Tina. She lost her child so she might hold a grudge against all pregnant women. I remember watching a TV show where a woman got pregnant and later on had a miscarriage. Traumatized, she started killing pregnant women." Chris remained silent. He didn't find Paige's concern exaggerated. There were indeed people who would seek revenge on society after facing misfortune.

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.”

*** Jeremy grunted as he dropped onto the couch beside Paige and draped an arm around her neck to draw her into his side. “How’s Amber doing?” “Peachy.” Paige grinned. “I mean how would you feel if you were drunk on orgasms all the fucking time?” She drawled with a cocky smirk. “So the kickboxer is on a constant high huh?” Stan smirked. “Nymphomaniacs.” “Think Lip and Troy are the only ones in the honeymoon phase?” Paige shot back.

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.