Piccolo Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Lucianne shifted back to make talking easier. The silhouette next to Pellethia appeared to be someone with a high ponytail and toned arms; the one next to Lucianne looked like a figure that was wearing a cloak; and the last one on the far right had her arms up, probably crossed in front of her chest, and there was something…frilly at her left ear that was visible because her hair was pushed over her right shoulder. Pellethia uttered, “I don’t recognize any of these.”

ARI’s POV The third button came undone with a quiet pop, and Cross's eyes gleamed with victory. He was relentless, his fingers moving to the next, and the next, until my shirt hung open, revealing my bra. His gaze traveled over me, lingering on the swells of my breasts, and I felt a flush spread across my skin. He was enjoying this, savoring every moment of my discomfort.

Her legs went weak just thinking of it, and her insides were turning to hot molten lava. Slowly, she moved out from under his arm, turning around to stare at Armel. Pale white moonlight lit half his face, casting the other half into shadow. The smile lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes were relaxed. A small smile, a remnant from a dream or what had happened only hours earlier, had the corner of his mouth turned up just slightly.

"Not panties. Cock ring, maybe? Is your cock ring in a twist? Is that why you're walking around today as if someone has you by the balls?" I turned to face Mark, looking down at his penis. I could tell my words were having the desired effect, a bulge grew in his pants with every word. He was a bottom if ever there was one and we both knew it. The thought of someone holding him by the balls was more than enough visual to make him adjust his pants uncomfortably. "Beatrice," Mark said with warning. He did not look amused at my words, even if his dick seemed to indicate otherwise

"Yeah, I told him I suddenly got a call from my close friend. And that I needed to take something from her. Herbert and his friend are also here, so he didn't suspect anything." Amy still seemed uneasy. "Follow the crowd out there. Don't be nervous. Just lower your head. It'll be all fine once you get in the car. Nobody would follow you anymore by then." "Okay, thank you." Amy followed Vince out of the clubhouse with gratitude. Meanwhile, Yuna wore Amy's clothes and walked outside. Now, Mina's voice rang in her Bluetooth earphones. "Ms. Feron, there isn't just one person taking pictures. There's another man on your nine o'clock."

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

by Mazzy Star plays and my eyes lock on the most gorgeous three pairs of eyes I have ever seen. Each of my mates are smiling which makes tingles run throughout my body. When we reach them, Jace turns me towards him, bows, and takes his place to the side of Damen and holds Dante’s little hand. I turn to Jason, he bows and moves to the side of Vinny who is next to Sam.

His breath ghosts down my neck. “I can be fun… if you’d just stop being such a menace.” He drags me by the waist and, before I know it, we’re breezing into the metal four-cornered wall thing Madame Cherry had called an elevator—despite my protests. “I need to change—my clothes are in the locker room—” “No one’s going to see you out here, Piccolo. And I quite like you like this.” I turn scarlet, covering my chest, and he chuckles, walking me down a dim, narrow corridor as music blasts from the main club.

However, no matter how much I pretended to be clueless, the sickening fact still came to mind: Piccolo Monster’s cock grazed my thighs. Before I could break down, his hands held my chin. He raised it, giving me the torture of meeting his eyes. I'd long realized there was nothing innocent about the color: blue. Piccolo Maestro had made me detest it. His fingers slid down to my collar bones. They traced the region before meeting the hem of my gown. Then, his eyes flashed at me. An insane mix of fire and ice shone in them. His hands swept up to my shoulders and he leaned, his minty breath washing my face. Surprise and terror made me quake.

*No, they won’t, Piccolo* I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He removed my fingers from my temple and replaced them with his. He took his other hand and placed his index and thumb on the center of my forehead before moving them slowly in opposite directions. He then ran his thumb from the center of my forehead to the tip of my nose. I smiled at him. “Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed my lips gently. “You’re welcome.” I turned back toward my food and noticed most of the table was smiling at us. A few minutes later, Carla and Ainslie came back. Aunt Kassie stared at her, and I could feel the tension.